2007 Canadian Shortlist
Sorry, I Forgot to Clean Up After Myself
Sorry, Sirs and Madams, I forgot to clean up after myself
after the unfortunate incidents of the previous century.
How embarrassing; my apologies. I wouldn’t advise you
to stroll around here without safety goggles, and I must insist
that you enter at your own risk. You may, however, leave
your umbrella at the door. Just keep your ticket.
We expected, of course, to have this all cleared away by the time
you arrived. The goal was to present you
with blue and green screens, whitewashed counters.
So hard to find good help these days.
But, alas, excuses. Perhaps you will appreciate
the difficulties I’ve faced in providing you a clean slate.
If you step into a hole, Sirs and Madams, accept the loss
of a shoe or two. Stay the course.
Progress is the mother of invention. Here: take my hand.
Yes, that’s right. You can return it on the way back.
From Ontological Necessities, by Priscila Uppal
Copyright © 2006 by Priscila Uppal