The accident was bad. I wasn’t there but I heard stories from people that were. The asphalt did what it does best—gave you a place to rest, little cracks in the road where bad things can bloom. I didn’t want to think about it so I thought about it—but only for a little bit. Disaster means: someone has to come looking for you. Disaster asks: what if you don’t have a someone? But I’m looking for you, I’m your someone. It’s best not to think too much about that. My feet hitting the pavement, two blocks, five blocks, the amount of blocks it takes to reach you. The body is only what it reacts to. Yikes. The body reacts like that. My body seeing your body. I’m reacting.