Out of the Office
She left me.
I’m getting groceries by myself.
I don’t like it, but I don’t like to starve.
Announcements make me jump.
I want to leave, but need to survive.
My therapist is out of the office.
Trust me, I called.
Candy sounds good.
I forget the olive oil.
And the chicken.
But I guess I’ll live.
My therapist is out of the office.
Still, she’s in my head.
She cares a lot so she gets in my head.
I’m alone in my house.
There’s nothing in the fridge.
I lie on the floor.
I tried.
My therapist is out of the office.
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