Corollary to the Law of Gravity
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(Or is it Inertia?): any flat horizontal surface
Above the level of the floor
Will become covered with papers.
They come and go. Those that linger –
Not important enough to file,
Too important to throw away -
Sit with me at the center of a universe.
To my right, Business Development chats
On the cell phone she can barely use (no voice mail.)
Finance/Compliance tries to close the books on the past,
But the past is out of balance.
Behind me, Collections negotiates patiently but firmly,
Speaking of workout arrangements and broken promises.
Operations is (uncharacteristically) on vacation.
To my left, my boss, the true Center of this Universe,
Sits head in hands again.
He reports sleepless nights
Not even attributable to his IBS
Nor even to playful nocturnal cats.
I wish I could invite him over to my universe,
Where at 5:30 p.m. EDT I can lock the Sensitive drawer,
Clock out, and this universe ceases to exist.
He’s a good guy, as much as we get on each other’s nerves,
I, outside his office every day for ten years of turmoil.
The best I can offer is a sticky note
Placed carefully in the center of
His unnaturally bare desk pad:
Head -----> X
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. - Groucho Marx