While waiting for the 201, 

a man drives by with his window down and says; yew knee pluh? or unicorn? or you need a plug? but I’m not sure which and I’m just left puzzled as he drives down Ridge and turns             left              onto the street              I                live                   on. A few minutes            later               a man in a              white           sedan          drives slowly past me,            looking             me in the                 eye             with                     an unlit cigarette               in                  his mouth.                  I              check             to see if my fly is down, look up at the bus stop sign to see if it has changed in some egregious way since yesterday. Until the bus arrives, every time a car drives past I stare at the driver to   see         if         they         will          look          back          and          say          something.