I Could Tell...

She was nervous as hell!

Tried desperately to converse and sound calm.

Even though, she probably felt more, withdrawn.

It's all in her voice... her nervously shifting around, in her chair, shuffling,

papers

and intel.

Her feeling quite... uneasy; having to deal with me.

Assessing my level of communication,

"vi-veni-veniversum vici."

Peek-a-Boo?

Can you see me?

How smart I am... my acuity?

Pretty sure, she shook, just a little, when her colleague, passed, my file

(and began to belittle, my shit)

Makes me laugh just thinking about it!

Imagine them saying,

" Don't rub her the wrong way!

Tread, carefully.

I mean, if you've ever, read comics, like... DC?

She's like Batman, combined with, Scarecrow, Two-Face, sprinkled

with a little, Poison Ivy."

"If you're not, nervous?"

"You fucking should be!"

I got, my neurotic and anxious ways.

Hair-trigger, temperament, when you fuck around, or

whenever it suits me.

Like, I need be stern, to keep you all on your toes, for

you to respect me.

©I.M … me … xo