dangers of kindness


burdened with bags I squeeze

onto the crowded trolley.


young guy, ears plugged by buds,

asks, “sir, would you like this seat?”


i refuse his offer but

thank him for his kindness.


trolley lurches as I grip

the chrome bar.


lurch and stop and lurch again.

should have accepted the offer


from this handsome surfer,

gracious and young


but i fight the urge to

whack him in the face.