Too Few To Mention

A short poem from Judith Taylor revels in the fleeting moment of personal interactions where rude behaviour turns into a moment of shame.

Blink and you’ll miss it:

that fleeting moment


of regret, when it dawns on Schrodinger’s Asshole

that no-one’s laughing


and they’re going to have to work a little 

on damage limitation.


Those few brief seconds they’re

genuinely sorry


– not for the act, of course.

Just for the getting caught