"Text me a poem about getting me fired,"

[k80fs]

Ghost of a Chance
by Adrienne Rich

You see a man
trying to think.

You want to say
to everything:
Keep off!  Give him room!
But you only watch,
terrified
the old consolations
will get him at last
like a fish
half-dead from flopping
and almost crawling
across the shingle,
almost breathing
the raw, agonizing
air
till a wave
pulls it back blind into the triumphant
sea.