Female CEO

I am so in love with the female CEO.

My checks come on time and I saw the livestream of  her speaking

at the Wesleyan graduation ceremony about perseverance and I wept.

The female CEO reminds me of  the statues erected of the female CEO.

And I saw her once in the break room, dunking a tea bag in lukewarm water,

so I held the mug in my hands and it boiled in seconds from the love in my heart.

My colleagues ask me to unionize but I love the female CEO.

Last night after work she knocked on my car window holding a small limestone horse statue and said This is for you.

Obviously I didn’t understand the gesture, but when I tried to speak, I kept neighing.

I have started drawing the female CEO’s face on my arm with a needle and my therapist

says this is a “negative externalized expression of [my] OCD.”

Please don’t tell the CEO about my OCD because I am responsible

for all of the nuclear weapons stored in shopping malls throughout America.

There are only four but that’s still a lot for shopping malls.

Ultimately it’s impossible to love someone if they aren’t making you.

At my performance review today the female CEO said I had an outstanding year.

Tomorrow I am going to tell her about the world.