Through Your Notes

Tuesday

Tuesday

9.30 p.m.

I search for my poem I put up yesterday. There's a yellow post-it note pasted at the corner of my poem. It says:

It's rude to
ignore greetings,
Klara.

I frown. It was for me?

I take down my yesterday's poem. I replace it with the new one.

I search for my pen and notebook. I write my reply. I tear the paper. I put a thumbtack to hold my note on the board.

I smile at it.

I take down the post-it notes from yesterday and today. I put them in my bag.

I head home.

'I'm sorry.
I didn't know it
was for me.

Hi.'