Meeting a Self-Professed Genius
She knew it all; she was brilliant. A genius.
I had never met her before, but she told me right away.
I watched my tablemate’s faces. They knew her. They were grinning.
I will do that! She said at every task we were given that day.
The others backed off right away; I was the only one who fought her.
But after a bit of time, I too, gave up.
It was not worth taking on her intense knowledge
That she was the only one who would do the task in a brilliant way.
She was a genius. She said. She was the best. She said.
A genius at alienating other people.
The best at being a selfish, know-it-all who did not know what a team was.
I, I, I, me, me, me, she sang as she did all of the tasks.
It was the last time I made the mistake
Of sitting at a table with her.
She had taught me that at least.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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