why me

you see her coming
up the street
with her wheel barrow
full of
problems.
you cross over
and walk
hurriedly along
the other side,
but she sees you
and calls out your
name.
you wave and keep
going, but
she comes over.
she chases you
and makes you stop.
look, look here,
she says, tilting
the wheel barrow
towards you, look
at my life, let me
tell you about
all these things
I've got.
why me, says.
why me.