Sometimes there
is a hair trigger
split running right through
a moment when all was
fine and breezy, 
the kind
of time when a luxurious
complaint about
someone else’s driving, or
bird shit on the car, seems
reasonable.

Then an unexpected
rift occurs,
and the earth becomes
flat like a
tree that’s been
beaten into
paper, or
a heart that
has lost its
beating.