As I walk out onto the street
just the very second I leave the coffe shop
somebody’s shouting at me
shouting in my face
with his teeth
near my face.
He asks me if I’m scared of him
and I say no and he says I should be.
He shouts I should be. I say I’m harmless.
He shouts at me some more
and then from across the street
someone else shouts over at him
not at me this time
more like for me
and I’m grateful.
It sort of pulls me out pulls me into my car
and I don’t lock the door cuz I don’t lock the door
and now I’m speeding out into the shouty night
thinking if I have to, if I really have to
I guess I can run him over.