Her head hit the goose feather pillow
the way an automobile collides into a
barricade during a crash test. But her
mind continued to spinout.

And there I was, beside her, wishing
I could take that vehicle’s crunched frame
in my hands and expand it. Then I could
learn to play it like an accordion

and in tempo with her breathing,
perhaps warble out a lullaby.

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Andrew Ray Williams is a poet living in Pennsylvania, USA. His work has been featured at Ink, Swear & TearsRed Eft ReviewThe BeZine Quarterly, among others.
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