waiting for the ambulance
that ghosts foretell will never come
is the softly shaking whisper
that quaking issues from
the broken

bag of bones! flop of flesh
here blood and muscle press
and in the aching solitude
of pain
the fracture falters fresh

resounding reality cracks
like this mistake against pavement

nothing peels away
the curtains of a dreamy day
like splintered bones
and breaks that may
never heal

but at least you really saw the unicorn