Hit Me

“Hit me! With your car!” he screamed,
spit flying from a beard with teeth,
as the olive-green Pinto inched from a stop
and his hands beat craters into the hood
like ancient and thick-veined meteors.
“You bitch! You bitch!” He screamed,
as her hands reflexively moved to reverse,
“You bitch! Hit me with your car!”,
and the men on the sidewalk moved by,
quietly.

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