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When you don’t answer emails within the hour
I search the online news: “cyclist killed roads London”
paranoia about left-turning lorries has gone epic.

Saatchi & Saatchi run a viral advert in my head
the morgue behind Marylebone Police station
white room, white sheet over white marble skin

All I have to say is “yes”(yes, it is my entire future whose
body I know better than my own). Yet, too iced up to speak
and distracted by fat cranberries of blood on tattered lycra

I call your best friend in Dublin and then set out
before the implacable rush of grief sets in
to become a passenger action.