Theory cannot be tangible fact
like driving on I-95 to get to a lecture
on supernovae with pictures
of white dwarfs sucking mass, 
of others fusing hydrogen to their iron cores
before imploding to black. 
I'm delayed behind an accident, 
one car with a fender blown off, 
hanging on the median, driver pacing
the thin turf of tar shoulder, 
on a cell phone, mouth gaping
and closing rapidly, hands stitching, 
the story part factual, part theoretical. 

Published in Granta (2012) and Los Angeles Review (2017).