She.

I've been seeing her often these days

She has been around 

We haven't got talking yet

There is too much not done.

File papers are loose

The laundry is piling

There is a deadline smiling

And a little child frowning

 

A smiling dead line is a gory image

It would be a curve? Or a slanting line?

Sleeping perhaps. They haven't taught it clearly

In the classes I attend these days.

But she has been around

Lurking in the shadows, behind curtains as the child wipes her hands on them

And under the table with all the Lego blocks

I see her often, but we haven't got talking.

Not yet. But we should soon.

I am not sure I like her much.

She is angry & here teeth are clenched. 

I've been trying to unclench my teeth these days

Reminding me, it's alright

To just be.