Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Back handed Assistance

near tilt…

angle precarious…

 but I’ve already tumbled from the sidewalk,
missing the curbcut in blackness.

I hold breath,
reach shaking fingers towardsp phone.
Think “Don’t spaz!”

Single passing drivers.
People pull over
with offer of aid.

I thank them.
Gritting teeth
when they say,
“Honey, you can’t go out at night,”
as  if they know me
or that’s going to happen.

Once righted,
I holler more thanks over shoulder
and race home
while they are still discussing
what’s best for me.


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