dancing

my first thought
    after i hopped up,
    picked up the broken halves of my
        bicycle
and stumbled to the curb, sat on the
    wet grass, looked at my
        bloody side
was not
thank god
    i am alive
or
    holy shit
or
any kind of visceral
        terror or
exhilaration
but
   was just
that i was going to be late,
getting to your house
and that
    we would probably not
        go dancing,
and that this was,
really,
sort of sad.