• by Ryan Oliveira

to the assassin who refuses to verify herself

Inspired by a day job experience.

Once a month, I dread your razor in my receiver.

I don’t need to know your name. You announce it.

You assume I’m Filipino or Indian, a brown bandit

Come to steal society, security, your sanctity of medicine.

I can’t connect you unless I know you but you’re undone,

A child’s exercise book, incomplete, Veruca Salt appalled

Some answering service peon should grovel for your name.

I don’t grovel. I tense my tongue and tend the gates.

You quit playing Mexican standoff. Suburban elitist,

You wish to end me with a red X, and disconnect.

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