I lost the sticky-noteThat reminded me how-to,and what-toFill the spaces with pillows and pagesLearn the way to CambridgeFire the seven menand head into the forest (listed in orderof thought not order of importance)Find the food you needthe hearty grains and the deepest greensLook up and right to tell the truthClose your eyes to see it
personismafter frank o’harait was founded by me before dinner ona day in which i was in love with someone:a blue post-it, adhesive mottled with lint,scrawled with subjects to bring up with youwhen yearning crippled my nerves how was your weekend in astoria? has your father forgiven your mother yetfor 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 fourwilliam blake envisionedthe face of god in a windowat the age of fouri thought my fatherinvented the post-it noteat the age of tenwilliam blake learned to paintat a prestigious art schoolat the age of teni learned to program a vcrto record my favorite cartoonsat the age of twenty-fivewilliam blake taught his wifehow to read and writeat the age of twenty-fivemy husband is still tryingto get me to play halo.
Pre-Post-It NoteBorn in 1940 before Post-It notes wereinvented I now wonder what wedid before Post-It notes were invented, did wewrite on scraps and moisten with a dab ofsaliva and affix to pages, did wewrite right on the page itself in pencil hopinga not too calcified eraser would latererase the disfigurement to a pristinepage which later a Post-It note would sosweetly adorn with its light but firmkiss of adhesive and then like a poignantdeparture by train with all the attendanthanky-waving and kisses blown be pried apartjust as lightly and crumpled into a kind ofwrecked yellow origami and thrown into awastebasket, I meanjust what did we do? Because todaythey flutter everywhere in my world likeTibetan Prayer Flags, as place-markers, typoindicators when proofreading, and then simply as reminders, little square secretaries, asnimble as you please, and as concise.
they stick to my screen so i don't forgetscrawled with writinga schedule settasks accomplished, good and donesad to see what my life has become
I stuck one to a paper cup,the post-it note that wished me luckI stuck another to a page,marking the spot in which to saveI stuck some to the cabinet doors,listing the many, many choresI stuck one more on the wall, only to have it float and fallThe last one is stuck to a bathroom tile,a reminder to just SMILE…