Megan Folsom
Motorcycle Accident
i'm certain you were singing the James Bond theme
when you executed that near-perfect landing
parachute and hair flying
in long strings above you
you were all dressed up in
your brand new 501's
and barely awake until you finished off
the last of your diet coke
in the giant skull mug
you got in Vegas
I want these back, you said
handing me
your first set of
juggling balls
you chucked them
into the air
and let them dance
between your hands
as if anyone could do it
you believed anyone could
i'm sorry i didn't
return these sooner
i whispered
as i laid them gently
in the crook of your arm
and walked away from your
too-small rose colored coffin
