red light

by Jason Alan

I ran a red light one time.

But I wasn’t driving.

I was running on foot.

Got hit by a light blue Pontiac.

Man, that hurt like a son of a bitch.

I was in the hospital for months.

I watched HBO.

And flirted with pretty nurses.

Who gave me sponge baths.

A week after, I got out.

I was running again.

Same intersection.

Same blue Pontiac.

Same hospital.

Same nurses.

More sponge baths.

Life is good.