Don't Let Her Bully Us
The page comes up out of the computer and laughs at my consternation.
She glories in my hesitation, sticks out her tongue and pokes fun of me.
Don’t let her bully us, my muse says,
grabbing my fingers and typing any dhramned thing.
I am horrified, until I realize my muse is right.
I type through my intimidation.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019