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Poem: Above

I could see my shadow
lapping against my feet,
trailing behind me
on a string,

lifting up into the sky.
I didn’t notice
it rattle in the wind,
coast up

the side of a skyscraper,
didn’t see it tangle
in the web of wires.
I only knew

that the pavement
was a stranger,
and the outline of
you vanished;

and even though
my chest trembled,
I opened my arms,
shaky, radiant,

embracing a
beauty found in
incompleteness
. . .

oooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooo

Just when I think I’ve got the hang of corporate culture, I go and do something that makes my boss laugh hysterically. Namely, using indexing tabs in the shape of bears.

Me: Why is that so funny?
Boss: They’re pink and blue bears.
Me: I didn’t have purple ones, so I used blue.
Boss: (Resumes laughing)

I still don’t know why that was so funny, and this is a document that’s going all the way to the Principal, bears included. My other tabs are hedgehogs, but I’m not telling anyone.

But really, this begs the question: Do non-profit organizations have a higher tolerance for this sort of thing?  
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