“The Corner of Cold Spring Lane and North Charles Street” by Natasha Hochlowski

Karma will get me next time I’m driving.
When I’m in my car
I hunt pedestrians down,
chasing them out of the crosswalk.
But when it’s my turn to walk,
I clutch my fuzzy green jacket shut tight,
hiking my brown and pink flowered purse up my shoulder
and charging recklessly across.
Angry honks and dark glares follow me.
Annoyed at their impatience, I realize
I am a hypocrite.