Notes About The Poem

obsessions

I can be obsessive. For instance, last night I needed a command hook.
My mind couldn’t focus on “Principles of Biostatistics,” as fascinating as that book is, because I needed this $3 command hook to hang my keys by the door.

There’s a table by the door, I could easily put my keys there, but no. That’s where books go (am I too picky?). What’s funny is, I’d just been reading about ‘bias mitigation,' ya know, science is everywhere.

Still, I searched the boxes that I hadn’t unpacked
I looked around them too, did one fall in a crack?
Did I have one to begin with? I couldn’t keep track.

I texted Charles (across the hall), “do you have a command hook?”
“A what?” he replied. So I texted his wife, who went to look.
When she didn’t have one, I went back to my book.

The chapter was about ‘probability distributions as tools for managing uncertainty.’ How topical, here I was, uncertain about when I’d get that command hook. Never mind an indifferent God, science is obviously listening.

It was nearly midnight. I wondered, how late Door-Dash delivered?
Would they bring my hook or were there other services I should consider?
What about Amazon, Target or WalMart—could one of those be a winner?

In the end I had to do without—I gave up at 1am.
The miracle of capitalism had failed me—damn.

I could study with the hook off my mind. So, I set an Alexa reminder,
an alarm on my watch and alerts on my iPhone and MacBook finder,
then I wrote a pink post-it note, and put that on my epidemiology binder.

I have a standing, pre-dawn jog with Charles, and an idea forming.
If we passed an open convenience store, I could buy one in the morning!
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Songs for this:
I Want You by Bob Dylan
I need you by Jon Batiste
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Conn Avatar
June 15, 2025 at 3:11 PM
That pizza doesn't stand a chance.
Vionet Avatar
June 18, 2025 at 4:48 AM
They never do. What's exciting this year is - luxury - I finally have a stove to reheat leftovers! =]
Fallica Avatar
June 14, 2025 at 7:06 AM
<3 . Command Hooks? Command Hooks! Never mind your delightful vignettes of human eccentricities, I bet you could even make a trip to the grocery store or laundromat compelling reading. . . . You’re popping a piece out every couple of days! . I am relieved not to fear, as yet, your being oppressed, if not deported. :-)
Vionet Avatar
June 14, 2025 at 8:40 AM
There are so many Harvard undergraduate summer students here (over 6,500 I've heard) and all you hear about, in the cafeterias, coffee, shops, and bookstores are protests of this and that. My MPH is the condensed version, a 2 year master's in one year. We're burried. I'd protest THAT =].
Rodrigues Avatar
June 13, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Even when you try to put your thoughts aside, they keep coming back. I know! I enjoyed your poem very much!
Vionet Avatar
June 14, 2025 at 4:08 AM
Thanks Kim!
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