"Who the gods wish to destroy they first drive bonkers,"
the cabbie was saying to me. Can you hurry?
I says back, not wanting to get stuck in Yonkers
with some nut job from an ancient culture. Curry,
did I smell curry? or maybe eau de vindaloo?
So, you believe in gods? "No, not really," he says.
"Just making conversation." I was late. Abu here
was making me tizzled with his foreign ways.
Outside the UN I stepped on a crack and screamed.
Would my terror show up in my speech to the flags?
I swallowed hard and inappropriately beamed;
spoke auction English fast, wore J C Penney rags.
Took me away on a gurney after my speech.
Nurse over me tsk-tsked, "Overreach, overreach."
