A woman walked past and told me
that everything was okay -
it was all a movie set
At that same spot
Through a haze of chemical fog
My father missed his mark, stepping
off the curb
And into the street
Stage lights in the distance
Breaking into headlights
And the sound of an engine
He fell backward -
a car slamming through the air he'd just occupied
My body moved before my brain
Toward the skidding tires
When I reached the window
The woman inside stared straight
ahead
And said her daughter had died this
way
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
A woman walked past and told me
that everything was okay -
it was all a movie set
At that same spot
Through a haze of chemical fog
My father missed his mark, stepping
off the curb
And into the street
Stage lights in the distance
Breaking into headlights
And the sound of an engine
He fell backward -
a car slamming through the air he'd just occupied
My body moved before my brain
Toward the skidding tires
When I reached the window
The woman inside stared straight
ahead
And said her daughter had died this
way
