Close to Death
by Adrienne Dyane Lewis
The day I almost electrocuted myself and you
asked how much life insurance I had,
I knew it must be over.
How else could you joke of money
with my hair still wiry from the voltage. Your voice turned
the subject, brushed over the fuzz
standing up all over my body, the red flesh
on the palm of my hand. My wedding ring
looks no worse for wear
but a current ran through it, interrupted
its structure, changed forever our composition.