i collect my assortment of yellow
sticky notes
webbed in a pile on my desk
and try to decipher the week
of phone calls.
i need to tell myself to take better
notes.
more detail. time, date, names, numbers.
it's a rubik cube of paper.
i scratch my head.
rub my eyes.
i take a nap.
it'll all sort out in the end.
it always does.
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