the first
day on the job.
a stapler. pens and paper.
a telephone.
the desk had drawers,
deep drawers
with nothing in them,
yet.
they put a stack of
papers in front of me
and told me
to sort through them,
line by line,
they asked me to do my best.
they smiled,
i smiled.
they left.
i got up and found
the coffee machine,
made small talk
with anyone i met,
then went back to my office,
i stared out window,
and wondered how i
would ever get out of
this mess.
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