There was a roundabout nearby
And A small hill with jagged rocks
At first I thought I was walking
But,
Soon,
I realized I was tumbling
I picked up speed
A blur
An ellipsis
I became a black hole
I inhaled the air
Earth in my nostrils
Choking, spitting, swallowing, screaming

I put the car in park
And leaned over to open the door.

you were smiling.

– Sheila Sea