Agenda

Of course I make time for you
says Seth
unlatching his black laptop
like it's a book of spells;
Look
he says
Look, and he stabs
at the liquid crystal screen with
a long crooked finger.

There you are
Seth says
and the spreadsheet shines like a scroll unfurled
like a Papal decree with the seal
still waxy and blood clot soft.

Sure enough
she's there.
Thursday, sixteenth,
one seven oh oh hours til two
oh oh oh
hours: 'Spend
time with J.'
Twelve point font,
bold.