Thursday, February 3, 2011

Poems In the Office

Steam rising from the printer tray
pages stick together, compressed print.

A warm room with a view, perfect
for two sun salutations, a two-faced dog, and funny triangles.

One broken industrial stapler, repaired
with a broken screwdriver.

The question is, was it broken
if it functioned, and functioned well?

I think not.

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