NaPoMo, 3/30

Missed Connections, NYC #14

I haven’t eaten since Friday
when your car almost hit me,
and you yelled, If you were
skinnier, I would have stopped.
That’s okay, I said at the time,
but now my mouth is too full
of l’esprit to fit pie or chips:
If you weren’t bald as baby,
I would drain you like a cold
Coke on a hot summer’s day.
Or if you were smart, I'd wax
your Ford Probe. Or if you
weren't so evil, I'd call you back.