She from Central tells me
the Old Testament
does not say please.
The Ten Commandments
after all, command:
thou shalt and
thou shalt not.
Please has nothing
to do with it.
Or me, and my
totally inappropriate
way of looking
at things. Workers
can’t make rules,
she from Central tells me.
She’s responding
to my written comments
in her bigger, bolder
font. The big
font of righteousness
by indignation.
She from Central puts me down.
And down.
I am a seed
in the warm wet ground.
Her anger rains.
I crack & grow.