she got out of a black car this stranger

she got out of a black car this stranger
by Alle Luciano
she got out of a black car this stranger
this old woman came up to me
i was just trying to enjoy my coffee
sixty minutes ticking away but she asked
me if my feet were cold aren’t you cold she said
she told me i had the best
teeth and how hers were real at fifty two
no. no. how old am i? not fifty two
yes fifty two! no. no.
i’m ninety two she smiled
and i’m going to that church
i don’t go to mass i only go
to pray to god i pray
because i’m ninety two and i can walk and
i still have my teeth
and that night all i could wonder was how soon she would die
after all she was ninety two
and i hated myself for even thinking that
but whenever i hate myself i hate myself for
hating myself because i’m right i mean
she was ninety two and
it’s been a while since i cared that much about anyone else but
old woman how could you even care
if my feet were cold
you’re ninety two and all i could think about was when you’d die