He began taking it out
when he came home
from work.
He kept it
in the medicine cabinet.
One day
he woke up late and
forgot it.
His work
seemed to improve.
Realizing he needed it
less and less,
he started going
whole weeks
without using it.
His Boss,
noticing the change,
began calling him
into his office
to commend him
more and more,
an occurrence formerly reserved
for the Assistant Director.
He later learned
his Boss
kept his heart
in a jar
on his nightstand,
and the Assistant Director
kept his eyes
in a large mint tin
in his coat pocket.
And every afternoon
scores of employees
stood out in front
of the Boss's office
looking in
through the glass doors
at these chosen three
and wondered
what it was
they were lacking.
