I pulled my vehicle over
To find I had somehow acquired
A flat tire.
It was the one in the front
On the driver’s side.
I burst into tears.
Fire trucks and policemen
Began to zoom by
In front of me.
I calculated whether or not
I would die
If I ran into the street
And aggressively passive
Let one strike me.
I was tempted.
But I stopped myself
Why should my suicide
Endanger others?
