At least I don’t have a disorder disorder.
I’m quite organized as a digital hoarder.
This scanner/compacter makes my hoard dense.
The files are labeled. The folders make sense.
Save, Scan, Throw It Away
What was I saying,
before this message came across:
“You have some unsaved changes
that will be lost.”?
Oh yes:
I’ve been scanning what I’ve saved
and throwing it away.
But I’ll have it if I need it
on some later day.
And the chances that I’ll look at it
while it’s on my hard disk?
I’m sure if I just lost it,
I wouldn’t know what I had missed.
But just going through these piles
has been rather fun––
remembering all the things I wrote
and the things I’ve done.
And what if I just tossed it?
Would that make me less?
Or would that make my life
just that much less complex?
Complexity is valued
in mystery, cheese, and wine.
Amongst these aged papers
there are clues to some of mine.
But complexities can’t fit
on some papers, in a file.
There in me. I stand triumphant
on this growing recycle pile.
Save it, scan it,
and throw it all away.
Or just light it all on fire.
Either way, you’re safe.
Furnace Day
I hope I remember next year in December
on the eleventh it’s Furnace Day.
And we will celebrate by turning it to 88°,
but for now, 70° is plenty okay.
Comes to a Head
It’s three thirty in the morning.
She’s still
refusing to sleep like a baby.
She usually gets tired at midnight
but she’s been
fighting it lately.
Genius borders disaster
as the end
of the term draws near.
She feels like she’s missing something
but everything
comes to a head here.
Opposite Opinions
You’ll find opposite opinions on the internet
masquerading as facts. It’s a fact.
And when you want to know what’s true, what do you do?
Unless you know, you can’t relax.
If the internet’s too scary, try the public library.
Wind your way back through those stacks.
Find still opposite opinions when you look in the books.
They’ll say it’s true. It’s just a fact.
Catching Up
Just catching up on each other’s lives.
It’s so easy to get behind.
A little travel, a little time,
and we wonder where we are.
We find so much is still the same,
like growing up and constant change.
We’ve caught up for a few days
but keeping up is hard.
As My Friend is Here
This poem will be short,
as my friend is here.
Just a few days,
but oh so dear.