Last night, walking home from school, I tripped.

Crossing the tracks of the public transportation train I caught my foot and fell. Gloriously. Almost bouncing, I tried to steady myself on my hands but the arms behind them buckled and I stumbled and crashed to the ground. Upon landing I was a few feet from the open doors of the newly arrived train. However, instead of rising, I was floored by the two men who stepped over my body and leapt into the doors–neither stopping to see if I was okay. So I just lay there stunned and let the train leave me behind.

Several hours later, asleep and spooning, I dreamt that I had been stabbed.

This morning, pouring coffee, the pot slipped from its handle and crashed to the counter–spilling the brown liquid all over the white counter.

My Tony, my Tony–why hast thou forsaken me?