Meteor part 2 ... then...when i finish hyperventilating ...i look again, and it is a stranger. a look-alike. somebody else's ex. mantra on seeing the homeless: that's someone's baby; someone's mom/dad, someone. Not me, not mine, praise god. strapped to the driver's seat, locked in the car, i look away. wait for the stoplight to change so i can drive on, and keep my heart safe.