Whiplash whips eyelashes back at
metal bending around metal,
whips memory back to
my arms bending around you.
This was all so avoidable--
road signs ignored, talking about milkshakes
instead of looking ahead.
No matter--no one was hurt;
this was just a minor accident,
between two people
and insurance will cover the damage
so we’ll sleep well tonight,
unaware of the refrain spoken
before work or a car crash--
let the last thing I ever say be I love you.