There were papers stacked like Jenga towers
and you couldn't see the base of it.
Pens and notes and envelopes and stamps
and hand lotion and highlighters and baby wipes
and Chuck the Beaver and a Christmas card
and glasses and Chapstick and scuff marks
like battle damage on an action figure.
Order from chaos, salvation from sin
aluminum cans to the recycling bin
pencils to cup and highlighters to drawer
and it's not so messy anymore.
and I've written a letter.
By hand, no less
and this is a rare thing.
I've been able to find a pen
[hiding behind the printer]
I've stumbled across a sheet of paper
[ducking under cover of keyboard]
I've managed to find an empty envelope
[concealed in my file cabinet]
but I don't know where she put my stamps.
There's now a spot on my desk where a sealed, stampless envelope sits
and we've all got some work to do right now
so I hope--
in a month
or maybe seventeen hours
or three days--
that I'll remember where it is.
It's very well-written, and I've been
working on my penmanship.