my zipper down

i hate when

someone points at my

tire as i drive

down the road.

rolling their window down.

it's never good. it's never,

hey, great

inflation, i like

your treads, your hubcap.

more than likely

there's a nail

sticking out

the side

and it's going flat.

same goes for me, if someone

points at a part of me,

i'm usually dragging

toilet paper on

the bottom of my shoe,

or there's spinach between

my teeth,

or there's

shaving cream in my ear.

please,

don't point.

i know i missed a button

on my shirt.

and that my zipper is down.

yes, i know that,

i'm quite aware.