She Punishes

she’s the punisher
it’s what she does

with an alarming clunk
she drops her purse
frightening the café nymphs
who were lingering near

it’s what she does

she yanks and drops her chair
she punishes the table with her cup

the sound resonates like a mating call
to all who would be punished
“come and get it!”

she punishes
it’s what she does

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