smashed into,
some brick walls
start to look like
lucky breaks;
to hit a dead-end,
or slam into
a cul-de-sac,
in retrospect,
can feel less like
a crash
and more like
an act of
extravagant mercy. See,
it's impediments
like that—
all the slaps,
rejections, and
broken hearts—
which tend to hold
the reckless back
just enough
to keep them safe
from moving
so fast they break
their necks.
