Twofer

I belong to an organization

made up of two factions

one literary [where I am]

& one technical, a brick

or possibly it is concrete

wall divides them

someone

drills a hole, inside it I see

bearded parts of a male face

I hear what the hell? 

literary females chuckle

I cut a window-size square

around the hole

I see

wires, devices, linoleum

the man blunders through

straddles a wooden chair

to lecture us, we don’t

listen, I suggest a private

conversation

he makes

room for me in the chair

we entangle, his bristles

galvanize my face, not here

I say, he persists, I cooperate

the organization flinches