First Interview

it's the waves of formal
lurking in the, "What do you want to do?"
and "Why do you want to work here?"
satisfactory answers exist in an arrangement
left in the limbo with, "We'll keep in touch."
keep trying
they say

Second Interview

it's a gallery
of somewhat interesting profiles
and glamorous pictures
to swipe left or right over
they're doing the same
and it's all so very

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Third Interview

my cold hands face the fact
that sweat smeared across my face
lifts scares from a frightened dream
rolling through a sleepless bed
searching for a desperate morning

Fourth Interview

in these days which prefer to be called weeks
when staring at a blank screen
or a blank page
can only slightly distract
from the question of "Why am I here?"
or more importantly, "Where did everyone go?"
ambition rising to fruition
free from the promised danger

Last Interview

it's time to shower
you ***** human
and comb that hair
and pretend to shine your shoes
make your way out into this thing called the world
hustle and don't you forget to smile
you did brush your teeth, didn't you?
stand up straight
and walk with confidence
this is it
and you're more than ready

it's safe now
to turn back and take a look
at a dream which convinced itself
it was more than that
silently drifting somewhere else