To the Man Who Yelled “Hey, Baby!” At Me

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Yes, you, in the smashed up swerving Camaro
(not knowing you were driving my seventeen
year old self’s dream car), you have a lot of nerve.
I know it’s Friday, and the weekend’s a bar tab
you haven’t yet opened, but I’m your mother’s age.
Still, “Hey, Baby!” is a classic, and so’s the white
tee you were wearing, from the glimpse I got,
and it’s hot enough this November for shorts,
which would put anyone in a sportive mood.
You were rude, no doubt, and your male privilege,
on principle, offends me (I’m old enough
to be called ma’am, and you jamming the brakes).
Still, on balance, you put some bounce in the balls
of my feet, and really, it was kind of sweet,
a little treat for my day, a little sauce and flounce.

Camero

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Anya Krugovoy Silver is a poet living in Macon, Georgia. She is the author of three books of poetry, The Ninety-Third Name of God (2010), I Watched You Disappear (2014), and From Nothing (forthcoming in September 2016), all published by the Louisiana State University Press. Her work has been published in many literary magazines, including Image, The Harvard Review, The Georgia Review, Five Points, Crazyhorse, New Ohio Review, Witness, The Christian Century, Poet Lore, Prairie Schooner, Southern Poetry Review, Shenandoah, and many others. Her work is included in Best American Poetry 2016. Her poems have been featured on Garrison Keillor’s “The Writer’s Almanac,” in Ted Kooser’s syndicated column, “American Life in Poetry,” as an Academy of American Poets’ poem of the day, and on Poetry Daily. She was named Georgia Author of the Year/Poetry for 2015. She currently teaches in the English Department at Mercer University. She shares her life with her husband, son, and cockapoo. Since 2004, she has been living and thriving with inflammatory breast cancer.

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