OPEN LETTER TO RYAN GIGGS

OPEN LETTER TO RYAN GIGGS

By Carson Wolfe

You saw me on the canal path that runs 

from my house to the new hotel you own.

There was familiarity in your eyes. I once 

painted your portrait to raise money 

for my local food bank, but that wasn’t it. 

It was the glare I’ve learned to never stare 

directly at, for risk of earning a trophy case

of shiny apologies. I saw you in the papers,

denying claims made by your ex-girlfriend.

You wouldn’t even leash your dog for me 

to pass. You are a hero to my child’s father. 

I only look him in the eye when witnesses 

are present, you kinda look like him, too.