Times I Was Hit and Times I Was Not

On my way to work,
Down Preston Avenue,
Someone misses me at a 4 way stop,
He honks and his window is rolled down.
He looks at me,
Opens his mouth like he's yelling,
In perfect unison with the horn,
So he is blaring like a
Speechless machine.
On the gravel, I stand
For a moment,
And I am late for work.

Along Main Street in the winter,
My tires are gummy in ruts,
Slush like brown sugar
Dusts parked cars
And the holes where they used to be.
A man in a plumbing truck
Drafts cautiously behind me,
And when my tires spin frivolously,
Climbing out of the rut,
I fall in front of him,
On my back.
He gets out to ask if I
am ok.

A cab driver pulls out
In front of me on Dufferin,
Catcalls me in a skirt.

I run a red light,
And in momentum,
Graze the side of
A Hummer.
The alarm goes off.

Crossing University Drive,
U of S President Peter MacKinnon
Edges me off the road with his
side view mirror.

On 20th, a woman with a cigarette
Plays a game with me,
Closing me into the spaces
Between parked cars,
Only to slow down in front of me,
Wedging, closer until our
Hubcaps and petals are
A handshake.
I turn and she follows me
Until I pull off the road,
Walk the rest of the way home.

On Broadway a man is getting
A blowjob
While driving,
And he just doesn't see me.

On the way to Pike Lake,
I could faint on the shoulder,
And a stranger will carry me home.