how France treated me
The most romantic city in the world the passenger next to me said
Her girth had oozed into my seat too, for she was super corpulent
I will fall in love, marry a rich Frenchman, live a life of luxury she said.
I was eating a donut in the lobby of the airport when someone sneered at me
American! He said, "are such pigs." I weigh a hundred and forty-two pounds.
Another person walked by and glared. I heard him belittling me in French.
Not sure what he said, but I did know one word, and it was piggish.
I am now wondering if my seatmate’s dreams will come true in France.
Or will she have to travel to Portugal or Mexico for love?
Two men tried to get into my rented flat when I unlocked the door.
I was horrified and turned horrible – yelling, screaming, kicking.
Americans! One said. Horribly nasty fat Americans. Paris is not for me.
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