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  1. I've ripped the rose of petals and returned the Post-it to my monitor. No doubt Romeo will return to gaze upon the scene of his sad attempt.
  2. I’ve drawn a red line through the anonymous message, adding beneath it in my own mad scratch: Man is a flower that should be burnt.
  3. What poor dumb animal has chosen to love me now?
  4. A Post-it note on my monitor--in an unfamiliar, careful script someone has written: Each word you utter is a flower.
  5. Returned from lunch to find a single lavender rose on my desk. “Kill me, kill me,” it whispers.
  6. We are all assigned candles that inch by inch number our days.
  7. Like machines on an empty planet, they encircle ice cream and cake in the office kitchen.
  8. Happy birthday. With mercy and sorrow, Anne”
  9. “Dear Joe: Each century the trickeries of need bring us pain. The more I write, the more the silence seems to be eating away at me.
  10. What shall I inscribe?
  11. It is Joe from IT’s birthday. Here but seven days, a one-week bride with dead eyes, Jessica has taken it upon herself to circulate a card.
  12. I understand why Jessica loves her precious baby pictures. She herself looks like a newborn--as ugly as an artichoke.
  13. This holy concern for the truth—no one worries about it except liars. I'm not the only person who could have misplaced the file.
  14. It appears that I signed for the package last week. The blame, I heard them say, is mine. They tattle like green witches in my head.
  15. Bob is in a state of crisis over a missing FedEx shipment. All considerations for the document! He drowns in the worry festering inside him.
  16. I'm getting so bored, this constantly updating spreadsheets and then, surprise! Somehow DECEASED keeps getting pasted over the word HOPE.
  17. Back on data entry; Jessica is covering phones. Her voice is strange, all slithery like soap. There are no prayers here.
  18. I was as heavy as a cemetery when I woke this morning. Only decaf in the office kitchen. Good morning life.
  19. Images of babies: sweet blue babies, slim green ones, babies drawn out of the hollow water, ice babies, babies oozing out of flowers.
  20. Above her desk, Jessica has hung a calendar that burns out my eyes.