The Interview

Early waking Standing on line Nerves keep me shaking Waiting for a sign Butterflies flutter My stomach’s in a knot Hoping not to stutter Was there something I forgot? Frantically search my stuff I brought a résumé I pray that it’s enough I hope that it can sway Block out any doubt Sent to wait until 10:30 Wait for my name to be called out In a waiting room that’s loud and wordy Portfolio resting on my lap Frequent glimpses of the clock On my portfolio, fingernails tap While I await the chopping block