after last night
my husband's irritability increased
by the sound
(not sure how to reproduce that awful noise)
the old windshield wipers made
in the little bit of rain
and the woman at the counter
first, after a collegial chat with her coworker
him discussing his exorbitant ticket
for texting and driving
continuing the conversation about cops
and she said
they're not here to protect and serve anymore
and I sheepishly brought my white body
up to the counter
there not being a good way to show my solidarity
she asks to check if I got the right size
of course, I said, not wanting a windshield wiper
oversized and sticking off the edge
and she said
men never want to double check or ask for help
giving a knowing smile
but then I didn't want anyone to help me
drove home, no rain
and I stood outside for fifteen minutes
fingers freezing
wishing my husband was home
to change the damn windshield wipers