My dictator! You speak and I surrender,
I love. I tuck my freedom away like a glove.
I’m a dead page your words enliven,
a vessel they possess.
Though unsubstantial, they take hold of me,
their chosen medium.
They employ me, ear to fingertip,
and I allow this, sacrificially.
I live to give, I live to be of use.
Once inside, my fluids change them marvelously.
See how they stream from my pen in cryptic glyphs!
I could be Sybil, sitting here,
cloaking the sun god’s wisdom
with my quirky script,
or the keeper of some awful gnosis.
Yes, the company fears me and pays me well.
O my dictator,
Kate Bernadette Benedict
Kate Bernadette Benedict (firstname.lastname@example.org), in the masquerades of her working life, has survived jobs both temporary and permanent at more than 100 American corporations and nonprofits.