Personalities Rotating Between Lives Poem by Margaret Alice

The stranger sitting in my chair today
is different from the person who was
here yesterday - and the complete
opposite of the person who worked
here on Monday:

Monday’s official started by listing
documents, Tuesday’s official
translated Interpol, today’s official
finds her mind’s contents had
fallen to bits

Cannot stand the sight of the very
documents she must read and
evaluate – how am I supposed to
lead a reasonable life if every day
is tackled with

a different personality? I used to think
it was various aspects of me myself,
now I’ve read these personalities are
all independent and rotate between
lives, and I can’t

Work with today’s person at all!