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,

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