Sign

"NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE DESIGN LAB"

Clear thumbtacks hold it up in the corners.
Its bottom corners curl out a little,
like it's trying to get away
and escape the emptiness of the white, white wall
that can't help but blend into its white, white paper;
and that white paper is stippled with black, black dust
pinning the paper down to whisper sardonically into its ear,
"Not yet. Not ever. You're going to stay.
HA."

And it knows that if it tries to curl up and away
it won't work
and the dust and the tacks will push it back down again
straining it on that tumultuous trip down the mountain.
The only thing to do would be to start back up the mountain,
towing that boulder with heavy ropes,
to be pushed down again as soon as it reaches the top.