- Twenty-Nine Post-Its Because I Couldn’t Talk To You
This pack of post-its was all
I had to write on. So you know
you’re wrong. You could have at least
let me in. I know you were home
because I saw the back of your head
when you turned and dropped the curtain.
This is how you wanted it to go down,
with me walking around your building,
shouting. But I am not going out
like that. And you know this.
We could have talked it through. Instead, you won’t
take a phone call won’t answer the door,
and what’s more you have made me the fool
who you have to treat this way.
Do you understand me? Do you understand
I am ashamed of myself and angry at you.
I don’t understand how I let this happen to me.
And where are you? Now I don’t even care.
When the sun comes up tomorrow, you will find
these post-its, which could have been cute
under different circumstances. Under these
they make me look bad, so I’ll leave them
and not look back. I won’t come back either, won’t call
won’t answer my door. Just like you have done to me.
I hope you feel foolish.
But there is a good chance you won’t
feel anything. There is a a good chance
these post-its will mean nothing to you.
If so, throw them to the wind. [End Page 883]
Keith M. Harris is an associate professor of English and Media and Cultural Studies at the University of California, Riverside. He has published poems in Corpus, Queen: A Journal of Power and Rhetoric, Road Before Us, and My Brother’s Keeper. His essays have appeared in Wide Angle, The Spike Lee Reader, Richard Pryor: The Life and Legacy of a “Crazy” Black Man, and War Diaries. He is also author of Boys, Boyz, Bois: An Ethics of Masculinity in Popular Film, Television and Video, published by Routlege in 2006.