Shouty

As I walk out into the street
somebody's shouting at me
shouting in my face
with his teeth near my face.

He asks me if I'm scared of him
I say no
he says I should be. He shouts I should be.
I say I'm harmless.

He shouts some more and then
someone else shouts over at him
-- someone somewhere -- I don't know -- across the street
not at me this time more like for me.

And it sort of pulls me out pulls me into my car.
And I don't lock the door cuz I don't lock the door
and now I'm speeding away
curving away
sliding out into
the shouty night
and I'm twisting back
over my tight right shoulder thinking:

  if I have to
if I have to
if I really really have to

I can always run him over.