“We Were Simply Talking,” by Andrew Hudgins
December 14, 2010
Big, big snowstorm here in MN last weekend. So here’s one sliding backward on black ice and staring into the grill of a diesel tractor, also sliding.
I read “We Were Only Talking” from Hudgins’ book, Babylon in a Jar (Mariner, 1998).
Bonus: Here’s another another poem of Hudgins’ that I read here a few months ago.
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Belly up, it's A Poetry Feed. 
This brought back memories of our car roll a few years back. I was driving our new Volvo 65 mph down Highway 4. How quickly it happened. Over-correction. And then I was ready/ not ready to die. I just kept saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry….” (I don’t know why I had to speak!) It could have easily been a head-on collision, but we rolled into the ditch avoiding oncoming traffic. The car was totaled. I broke some ribs, though I was sure my legs were severed, and my passenger daughter was fine. Shutting up now, Laurie