Genni Gunn
	Bio   Accidents It's been a year for accidents crashes and heart attacks of various strains revival is a possibility of miracles and horrors like marriage an accident as flimsy as the branch a flood survivor clings to when a dam gate opens I am prone to accidents knives lurch to slice me scalding water bubbles onto my skin ice cracks under my feet my friend says heart attack and father and it's all too familiar --distance, too, is an accident-- my own father years ago and me miles away my friend says husbands and wives love and death those I have loved are ghost limbs I preserve in phone books and Christmas lists unwilling to strike a line through chapters of my life these accidents-- the things we said or didn't say the things we did or didn't do-- I relive in slow-motion the headlights the crush the spin of this divorce and that separation and I wonder if or how I could have swerved to avoid the part where the heart fails over and over