across
the street the other day,
taking her arm
to navigate
the puddles and traffic,
but she slapped me
hard against my face
and clobbered me
with her umbrella.
get your hands off of me,
she said,
i know what you're up to.
sorry, i tell her. i was just
trying to help you
across this crowded street.
men, she screamed. you're
all the same, you just
want one thing.
well, i'll have you know
i'm not that kind of woman.
you remind me of my ex
husband. always trying
to be helpful and kind.
the nerve of you.
i don't need men anymore.
thank you.
i can do it myself, i alone
can get to the other side.
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