Do Not Tell Me What To Do
Tiptoe gingerly she said.
I know, I yelled, irritated. Don’t tell me what to do!
These black holes don’t play! She warned me.
I just want to have a tiny peek inside, I retorted.
The last time I was heard or seen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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