It was a rush of blood,

a clashing of sound

To think one glance

could throw me upside down

The buzz was a thrill,

I couldn’t resist

the liquid crystal now in my fist

The screen reads “Mom”

what does she want?

it’s far more important

than a brush with the front

...of a car.

the car that snapped my neck

was it worth my life?

was “milk and eggs”

worth that wreck?