cart

every morning
like clockwork,
she pushed her cart through
the parking lot,
screaming about how
Manson had raped her -
every dirty detail.
she snarled and the spit
flew.
clattering wheels on rough
blacktop like change
shaking in a wash tub -
"you want to rape me too,
you fucker. it's in your eyes,
you want to rape me too,"
she screamed.
she parked the cart by
the sidewalk
and leisurely
strolled over to the clothing store
in the early dawn,
pulled off her pants,
exposed bare ass,
and urinated in front of the door.
she spit on the window,
didn't wipe,
and put her pants back on
before wheeling her
cart away toward
the street.
she did this every
morning for years
until she was hit
by a car as she
tried to cross
the street
one morning
with her cart.