I Used To

I used to work. I sat at a desk and wondered how my house is doing. At 10:00, I played with a pen. The sounds of staplers. Paper being printed. Beautiful plants that sit in the corner. That seem to shrink with time. But never die. I used to be able to work. I loved that job. I loved sitting in the parking lot crying. The bell on the front door waking me up. Cookies in the break room. So good. I used to: Do laundry Clean up the kitchen Take a walk outside She walks through the door. She lets me sleep, even when I’m awake and shaking. I used to work. She believes me sometimes.