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I lost the sticky-note
ReplyDeleteThat reminded me how-to,
and what-to
Fill the spaces with pillows and pages
Learn the way to Cambridge
Fire the seven men
and head into the forest (listed in order
of thought not order of importance)
Find the food you need
the hearty grains and the deepest greens
Look up and right to tell the truth
Close your eyes to see it
personism
ReplyDeleteafter frank o’hara
it was founded by me before dinner on
a day in which i was in love with someone:
a blue post-it, adhesive mottled with lint,
scrawled with subjects to bring up with you
when yearning crippled my nerves
how was your weekend in astoria?
has your father forgiven your mother yet
for locking the keys inside the durango?
do you believe in absolute morality?
you have some mayo on your lip, there.
(read Personism: A Manifesto)
at the age of four
ReplyDeletewilliam blake envisioned
the face of god in a window
at the age of four
i thought my father
invented the post-it note
at the age of ten
william blake learned to paint
at a prestigious art school
at the age of ten
i learned to program a vcr
to record my favorite cartoons
at the age of twenty-five
william blake taught his wife
how to read and write
at the age of twenty-five
my husband is still trying
to get me to play halo.
Pre-Post-It Note
ReplyDeleteBorn in 1940 before Post-It notes were
invented I now wonder what we
did before Post-It notes were invented, did we
write on scraps and moisten with a dab of
saliva and affix to pages, did we
write right on the page itself in pencil hoping
a not too calcified eraser would later
erase the disfigurement to a pristine
page which later a Post-It note would so
sweetly adorn with its light but firm
kiss of adhesive and then like a poignant
departure by train with all the attendant
hanky-waving and kisses blown be pried apart
just as lightly and crumpled into a kind of
wrecked yellow origami and thrown into a
wastebasket, I mean
just what did we do? Because today
they flutter everywhere in my world like
Tibetan Prayer Flags, as place-markers, typo
indicators when proofreading, and then simply
as reminders, little square secretaries, as
nimble as you please, and as
concise.
they stick to my screen so i don't forget
ReplyDeletescrawled with writing
a schedule set
tasks accomplished, good and done
sad to see what my life has become
I stuck one to a paper cup,
ReplyDeletethe post-it note that wished me luck
I stuck another to a page,
marking the spot in which to save
I stuck some to the cabinet doors,
listing the many, many chores
I stuck one more on the wall,
only to have it float and fall
The last one is stuck to a bathroom tile,
a reminder to just SMILE…