I was standing by the door with the
big





black window
waiting for Aime Jo to stroll in calmly;
collected






& smooth…
I heard the clatter
coming from behind.
Assumptions & precedent told me it was




absolutely nothing.

I was wrong.

The clatter was a woman who wasn’t Aime Jo.
She walked with determination,




& today, panic.
That morning, she was
LITERALLY
the bearer of

the worst news ever.

Aime Jo was hit.
My superhero



wasn’t invincible.
Riding on the corner of one street & another


she was hit


& knocked onto the boulevard.

He got out of the car

to check the damage




but she didn’t move.
His heartless self dragged

her from the street & left her for dead,



only—she wasn’t dead.

Fully Alive, she took care of herself…

Called for help.

Called the woman.
She sat on a corner, untouched

wondering if she wasn’t worth waiting for

because he said he was parking his car.






He didn’t.
He drove off… “pedal to the metal”
& now he’s out there


knowing he hit her.






And she’s here,





wondering





why she’s not





worth waiting for.