Chasing

I remember he wore a dark, blue coat. But remembering doesn’t mean much. For a woman like me who feels fluttering and sees flying things. I remember he wore a light, orange coat. Then he turned into a traffic cone. While I stepped into the street. Nodding my head even without music. Sound is forgettable. Screeching cars feel bubbly and tumbling. A coat of indeterminate color and appearance. Means that they certainly won’t believe me. He turned to me in an impossible, head turning way. Painful, imperceptible. Nodding along to the music instead. I stepped in the street at 2:25 pm. No one knows why I act out like this. To me, danger is like an asteroid. Always flying overhead, but I am an earthly boulder. So danger to me is, Just like me. I had a few scrapes and bruises. As I chased an impossible man. I don’t think he’ll want to come back around here. Knowing that there’s a person like me.