Entry #6

Blurred Vision
by Scott Simpson


Twice the left toe lifted. Twice the machine said no.

Fact-- a Kawasaki K-Z1000 had only the six gears.

This was all there was.

Tears ran sideways out of squinted eyes. The shoulders were crunched into a ball. The bugs all came from where you headed. The guilt all came from where you’d been.

Fact-- You could screw a life up in an instant.

This was all there was.

You run into a wall and you obliterate. You lose your senses and you explode. It all comes straight at you like a rush of air and a stream of lights and sounds. You don’t see it coming but it throws your heart from your chest and smashes the blood out of it and leaves you no mind with which to pick up the pieces.

Fact-- without a blood supply, the human brain will die in about four minutes.

This is all there was.

You owned her and she felt good between your legs. She had power and she was a beauty. You washed her and you kept her inside as much as you were able. You took her for long drives-- just the two of you. You let no one touch her yet you often found yourself running your hands along the lines of her and declaring yourself the luckiest man alive. She belonged to you. You belonged together. You were man and his machine.

Fact-- when you cheat on a man, you sometimes die.

This is all there was.