During the Job Interview, I Was Worried the Interviewer Hadn'T Heard Fire By Bruce Springsteen
his nose was distracting
but so was mine
i listened to it ; in the car on the way
there
the bass was in my brain
what if he'd never heard it?
the questions kept coming
questions about
stuff
thinking about the book of judges
i saw paintings
i followed him home
hid beneath the window pane
but heard nothing
i didn't get the job
Copyright © Christopher Allen | Year Posted 2023
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