Note To A Habitual Writer
- July 10, 2009, 3:27 pm |
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To the person who sits in this cubical
at night: Stop writing
on my things. I work hard for them.
Respect me.
I do not like the rain on black tulips
written on my calendar.
And I`m sorry your dad died,
your woman left,
your watch stopped,
but we have to work together.
If I have something here you don`t like --
shove it under the desk.
The poem you wrote on my mouse pad,
the one about a kiss tasting
like the sky, is not appreciated.
The words are rubbing off on my sleeve.
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