Rode right through the exhaust of a Chevy
As it ran the red light right in front me.
A second or two later, I would have
Tire tracks going up and down my back.
Makes me wonder how many times
I have come close to imminent death.
Rather than run, I want to meet it,
Have dinner with it, but not stay over.
I have a scar on my wrist
From when I was a little kid
Playing hide and seek
Running from the boy who was “it”
It traces the vein
That had it hit,
I wouldn’t be here today
Just because I jumped a fence
Recognized or surprised,
I hope I know the night of the noose,
And as long as I am not on the toilet
I hope my phone is broken and I hope I am cute.