May 24
It can happen in the
middle of white-water
rafting—
waves swirling in
her depths,
reaching for the
mountains.
It can happen on
a Saturday,
between chatter and
laughter,
tea and coffee
and whiskey,
and a lot of
cigarettes.
It happened while
looking for shells at
the beach,
or the rocks in
the river.
Don't you
remember?
When it comes
without knocking,
shut the doors
and windows.
In the middle
of nowhere,
swallowing bones,
flesh, and teeth—
it can happen
to anyone
until it happens
to you.
