My desk plant’s condition deteriorated quickly.
The cleaners sealed the bag to suffocate it.
I made them do it. They had no say.
I forgot the funny name I gave it,
forgot what the horticulturalist
printed on the receipt in red.
I wish the cleaners give us names. Animate us
based on our messes, our draft deliverables,
and how much light we each receive.
They may curse me & my pepper packets
for moving in an office once adorned
with crayon and craft paper
but she was let go. I had no say.
I’ve come to love the view,
albeit too bright.