It was a bad time
to reflect
on what I should have written,
on the world’s last stack of sticky notes.
I ran my thumb over it,
to breathe life,
into my work.
Poorly-drawn, simplistic figures
walked to and fro,
and told each other
sophomoric jokes
until the cardboard showed.
“I could have mapped-out
my every action
months in advance,
or remembered to put on pants,
instead of making stick figures dance.”
I closed the flip book,
and rest it face-down on my desk
ashamed.
It’s all fun and games,
until fun and games interfere
with your daily life.
Needing a chuckle,
I opened it again
to repeat the cartoon anew.
Time well-spent, I say.
The File Pile 