Close-up of fly on leaf

Do not do for me
out of your need to help
or your desire for thanks
or because you know I'll listen.

A text. A link to “What we were talking about.”
Why should I devote thirty minutes to a podcast
with a subject of your choosing?

Another text. In three parts.
(She must type these on a full-size keyboard.)
More about “What we were talking about,”
ignoring the point I'd made (without
reading her link).

A text. She wants to go to lunch.
So do I,
but not so soon,
and let me ask
when I'm ready.

I need to shut you out just now because
this promptness,
this preachiness,
this passive provoking
reminds me of
the way I am
and do not wish to be.