Mistaken Identity

Grandma's a wolf, yo

I am

writer teacher woman mother friend

though recently in the school hallway

I overheard myself reduced to

“grandma who bakes cookies.”

I can flip the fuck out,

or lean in.

(Ignore, but that moves nothing, no one).

I could provide a litany

of my accomplishments

but I won’t;

so much spinning, plus I am no braggart.

I decide to bake those cookies after all,

bring them to class,

sweet and only slightly poison.