poem of the day 08.15.16

what was so important at the petco

that you had to almost mow me down

was it a last minute run on biscuits?

a new chew toy for fido

or some cheese flavored treats for the cat?

i’m curious, lady

what was so important at the petco

that you had to almost mow me down

right through that intersection

like you didn’t even care

i could see if you were on your cell phone

a dick move and highly illegal in these parts

at least that would make sense

but you were staring straight ahead

eyeball to eyeball with me

as if we were up on some telepathic shit

did you even see me jump?

what was so important at the petco

that you had to almost mow me down

a job interview? a rescue pet seminar?

a social justice protest giving it to corporations and the man?

at least the lady six blocks ago

was trying to make the yellow light

when she almost nailed me from the side

and the guy this morning, he didn’t even blanche

when i called him a miserable fucking fuck

for rolling through a four-way stop sign and almost drilling me

he knew what was up

maybe your favorite song was ending on the radio

but that still doesn’t make this right

you could say maybe i’m the one who

should’ve been more careful

but each time i was paying attention

who would’ve thought a tuesday

the perfect day for a veritable hat trick

of possible motor vehicle death for yours truly

christ, with people like you it makes one think

they’ve beaten the odds just by getting home and going to bed

so what was it?

what was so important at the petco

that you had to almost mow me down

make me step back on my toes and spin

like a fucking ballerina?

i’ll take anything at this point, bitch

20% off dog and cat food

a yankees jersey for rover and spot

a rabbit cage or a reptile for the kids

a murder/suicide pact that we’d

drunkenly made at a bar some time ago

anything

what was so important at the petco

that you had to almost mow me down

on a hot and humid august afternoon

like you were the only person

who mattered in the world

the only one with cash to burn

barreling through the dregs

of this scorched and stinking earth

almost upending both of our little lives

for good.