The local Anglican church
offers the cheapest photocopying
in the neighbourhood
at ten cents a copy.
But for forty crumpled sheets
you are charged six dollars.
The embarrassed administrator
explains how it’s ten cents for parishioners
and fifteen cents for … ‘others’.
She jokes awkwardly about whether
this constitutes a prejudice
and says you can give what you have.
But you think the rule is fair enough:
you have to pay for your sins
and at fifteen cents a page
the rates remain competitive.