When Worlds Collide

we were both grievously wounded

post the collision

though not because of

the concussive crash

our wounds oozed

guts and gore

as individual universi

went whirling

off their axes

we limped through the wreckage

earning Academy nods

riveting as also-rans

we tended each other’s wounds

wrapped with tattered Teflon

strippings

my tears saturated your shoulder

sopping soppy sop

seeping from choked up hazel

tender under fingertips

I kissed yours away

our worlds resumed their spinning

if tilted off-their-kilters

we stammer translations

of each other’s dialects

stumbling and bumbling

walking hand and hand

the trappings unembellished

the wrappings second hand

our souls sing

an a capella duet

measured and harmonious

slightly off key