I Could Get Hit By a Truck

I could get hit by a truck tomorrow It might drag me a hundred and fifty-six feet My head could get crushed I would want to die. My husband says nothing. He is a wise man. I might live, I tell him. But I would be a vegetable. Unable to lift my arms or legs. You would have to put me on and off the toilet. I would not be able to feed or wipe myself. I want him to react, but he is too intelligent. After a long pause he says “You could die today. You might become strangled in your bed. That would make it easier for both of us.” I sleep with one eye open.