When a car slows down behind me
and in the 5 seconds between
the car slowing to a crawl
and the window rolling down
I've had 27 panic attacks
and fully convinced myself
this is how I die:
murdered by a man
twice my size
But when the window rolls down
I see not a body building male
but a woman roughly the age of my mother
and she asks if I'm okay,
and do I need a ride