An Alchemy of Words

the accident

"the accident"

The glass slips

through my fingers,

shattering on the page

in tides of moisture,

wetting me there

and amidst the rush of

rash attention,

dishrags

and backwards glances,

I smile, allowing glistening crystalline shards to slip

from my fingers to

the softness

of her open, waitress

palm.