ode to simplicity

excuses

i was driving to work
painting the hills going past me
the dark colors they were under the
rising sun,
going over the speed limit
only a little
but it didn't matter to anything around me
as the rest of the world was still fast
asleep,
when i missed the corner
and fell down the hill.
the air bags imploded but could not save
my head from being smashed against the wheel,
nose broken from the force,
and glass shards lodged into my skin
it's hot, gooey-ness just like it's described in the books
a tree impaled the front dash
right past my head
so close to death, it lingered on my breath

i hadn't drank my coffee that morning.
i underestimated the curve.
there was a deer in the road.
the excuses i ran through my head
anything to convince myself it wasn't purposeful
if only i'd been going a little faster,
been thrown a little further,
i wouldn't need to create a fallacy where it's all okay