Somebody else’s work, to be exact. This book cart full of old junk showed up outside my cubicle a few months ago. I won’t be surprised if it’s there a year from now. That’s how things are in Libraryland. I think it belongs to the department head, who is my cube-neighbor. Maybe she’s hoping that if she pushes it in front of my cube and ignores it for long enough, it will magically go away?
red paper boat 