I brought two small sheets

I brought two small sheets

of little yellow notepad paper

tucked inside a folded copy

of “film comment” magazine

to jot down a long overdue

to-do list,

while sitting on a bench

waiting for my cohort to queue

for the andrew wyeth exhibit

at the seattle art museum,

but it turned out one sheet

was more than enough

to stay on top of my life for the next week,

so now I’m using the other one

to write this poem,

like an artistic list of previous plans

that I’m exhibiting in the frame of my hands

to unwitting museum passersby.