It’s just a metaphor,
but bad things happen
when you take your
eye off the ball. Like
the time I fell putting my
pants on, spraining my
ankle, distracted by a
jogger in a sports-bra
glimpsed out the bathroom
window; like the woman in
Pittsburg who mistakenly
poured bleach in her husband’s
seven-n-seven contemplating
her black eye in a mirror; or
like the trucker in Oklahoma
reaching for his phone
across the seat, plowing
head-on into a school bus,
killing seven.