• Medium,  Poetry

    Condescension

    A poem. What if I still cryduring intractable conversationswhen I am oldin my professional career? Would you preferrobots?People replacerswith calculatorsbuilt-in. With age, wisdomdoes notautomatically bestowitself upon you. Emotional intelligence isnot tapped intolike a keg. Perhaps you wouldprefer it to be?…