ghosted

"I'm a nice person!"
she yells at no one
her voice a retching belch
of boiling water
down the plug hole

gathering her shrapnel
and wiping away
the driver's screamed spittle
as he floors it through
five o'clock rush

"I'm a nice person."
she gargles again
now just the fizz
of soap suds
and dish water

"Being nice is not enough."
I want to tell her –
if only I were a plumber
and this was not
my stop