job searches feel a lot
like dating
you send your qualifications out
hoping to display the best version
of yourself
only to be amused with silence

worry shifts from
bad posture and trembling hands
into multitude of doubts
shooting like fireworks into a sky
predicting rain in the bluest day

measuring the quantity of one's worth
stacked against beautiful faces and
perfect bodies
as the sun embraces them
like prodigal sons
and you are the older brother
still waiting for your time

cold fevers can ****
the confidence
and hide in plain sight
with masks of false phrasing
slips of the tongue
never forgetting to leave
a bad taste

setting sights
on some potential
lingering in the depths of tomorrow
in a space unamused by time