Oh no, she sees me.
I focus on my dog, pretending not to see her.
The lanky glassy-eye chick with locks walks towards me ranting,
“I wanna move outta Philadelphia. People are crazy.
Do You still have diabetes? Stop eating sugar and starch.
Mad Chick lists family members with diabetes.
Diseases are man-made.
My daughter got pink-eye. It lasted a year.
Did you give her herbs?
Rolling her eyes, she mumbles, “Yes.”
“Before advanced technology doctors tasted a person’s urine to detect diabetes?”
“You’re one with nature, you should embrace it?”
Mad Chick changes subject to life insurance.
Knowing we didn’t have each other’s number,
I promise to call and leave it.