View from the Top
I once made gloves from multi-colored Post-it notes
And wrapped them tight around my hands, sticky-side out
Then one steamy, sun-streaked day I scaled my office building
Sticky hand over sticky hand to the flat roof atop the 57th floor
The skyline before me stood steel and serenely though I think
I expected a bit more attention for my inspired extremism
Instead all I got were sideways glances, quickly-emptied break-rooms,
And a memo from my boss asking me to consider taking some leave