you get the memo.
meeting at nine a.m.
you wrote it to yourself.
but can't remember
why.
it's a board meeting.
all the principals
will be there.
which means you.
only you.
you set out a plate,
a pitcher of water,
coffee. donuts.
you prop the white
board up at the end
of your kitchen table,
against the toaster.
you have a red and black
marker
at the ready.
you hate meetings,
they seem to be a waste
of time,
but it's been so long
since you had a talk
with yourself.
you'll keep it short.
you tap the table
and stand,
good morning you say
to no one,
then begin.
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