A woman, who was mentally disturbed,
walked past me today muttering.
She said (I think to me),
“Fuck you blondie”
and then
“who do you think you are?”
and finally
“walking around like you have all the time in the world”.
I was hurt, because
I’m not blonde. But pleased
that she perceived me as unhurried.
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Ryan Davidson
Ryan Davidson is a Scottish-American poet, and assistant professor of English literature at the University of Balamand. He received his Ph.D. in transatlantic literature in 2015 from the University of Glasgow. His work has appeared in numerous journals. His first book, Under What Stars, was published in 2009 by Ampersand Press.
