my life is just one big Post-it

furniture, walls and floors at home
bear the traces of their semi sticky residue
different colors for various priorities

white says procrastinate as long as I like
yellow means I still have a week or so
pink is for appointments
turquoise - jobs around the house
that never seem to get started
thanks to all the other Post-it notes
orange for grocery lists
stuck to the fridge
with the help of a pizzeria magnet
a pad of each color stacked by the phone
including red to say
this scribbling should have been done a week ago

was a time at work
I couldn’t see my computer screen
for all the Post-it decorations
the boss would just laugh and shake his head
his own desk buried beneath layers of them
then one day I discovered our MS Outlook
has a feature called Notes
shaped in what else? but a little yellow sticky
a limitless supply at the click of a mouse
I’ve since been promoted

truth is can’t trust my short-term memory
could it be all that pot I smoked in my youth?
or maybe my life is turning out to be
just one long pad of senior moments?
but judging by the way Post-it sells out at the Office Depot
I’m not the only one with too much to remember

so if you’re still questioning 3M’s greatest invention
since Scotch tape
well in all honesty this poem wouldn’t have been written
if not for the crumpled one
I’ve been carrying in my valise for months
stuck to the day planner I never use

I’ll let you guess what color it was written on




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