Like an outer body
Experience,
I watch myself
watch and listen
watch and listen
watch and listen
To the words that
Fall from my lips
Like bricks
Onto my lap.
I pause for the next
Question.
Wondering if the interviewer
notices the shitload of
Bricks on my lap.
But he nods and rephrases the
Question.
Seeing what he wants to see
Hearing what he wants to hear
Molding my answers into
Correct ones.
And I watch and listen
As he jams those bricks
One by one
Into his ears.
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“After a while, I’d do nothing but go day by day without you. Sometimes I’d remember something you said, and have another one-way conversation. I’d walk around secretly talking to you, wondering where you were and what you were doing. I’d tell myself that wherever you’d gone I wanted you to be happy.”-If I Vanished by Stuart Dybek
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- Annie Apples
- I like to dance in my underwear around my living room. With the window blinds closed. Listening to good music and letting the words wash over me. Singing at the top of my lungs when I'm aimlessly driving. Being the rock star that's hidden in all of us.
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