slow down

you barely see
the woman speeding
in her enormous
suv
through the narrow
streets
with kids
and dogs in tow.
a riot
of sound and music
filling
their sealed
and sailing
metal land
capsule.
you look both
ways at the stop
sign, but she nearly
hits you just
the same.
slamming
on her brakes to
glare at you,
to shake her head
and curse.
to throw her hands
into the air
as if you alone
have created
her world of
frenetic speed
and despair.