Overtaking me at the junction at a right hand turn.
I need to learn the highway code
I am a dopey woman
Your Aston Martin
Isn’t it lovely big and black
You in your suit and your pinstripe shirt
slamming your horn
Your partner sitting next to you chiming in with unsisterhoodly remarks.
Cool headed with my flat rear tire
I know the highway code
I am avoiding a serious puncture
My words rundown by your slurs on my character
Cold flat surface under my finger tips
Reflexes pull at my hand
At your wing mirror
We have demeaned us both.