Daria Doering

Papers here, papers there,

Papers getting in my hair.

Papers in and out of doors,

Papers coming out my pores.

Enrollments, junk mail, lesson plans, newsletters,

Computer print-outs, financials, jottings.

Suddenly I can’t deal with the daily mail.

It piles up in various places.

I don’t know how things have sunk to this state.

Mail falls into the recycling and gets lost.

When I can barely walk through my office

Things are really bad.