Trixie Hates Symmetry

My desk is lopsided. Everything has slid to the floor. I am working on it any way; it is a new perspective. I have to keep on my toes – catch things as they slide. It used to be I would just put a piece of cardboard under one leg The tricky leg, But the tricky leg got trickier. It fell off. If I had two bricks, I could fix this. Trixie, my most prominent muse is delighted. She hates symmetry. Wears her hair long and short. Contorts her face so her eyebrows are uneven. She is in her glory, skating down the desk Off the edge now, landing perfectly. She has skills I never imagined. She has talents I am in awe of. Do we keep it this way? I ask her. She appears out of the ether and takes another slide. I have my answer.