Don't Talk to Me in a Cab / The man driving my Uber / apologizes to me / for being on the phone / as we speed through the Tudor / towers of Forest Hills after / midnight and past / a glowing LaGuardia / Airport and there’s no way / for me to adequately explain / to him / that if he weren’t on the / phone, I’d rather walk / myself / in the dark / through four neighborhoods / all the way home.