you call me unique, tell me i have value,
tell me to summarise a lifetime of work into two pages
double-sided
check these boxes, condense everything into categories:
research
awards
committees
degrees
leadership
a lifetime condensed in two dimensions,
devoid of colour
a black-and-white page as i beg them to
like me
love me
hitting refresh on the inbox waiting for their acceptance
(part one)
my suit is picked out, the best my (small) salary can provide
is this too much makeup? not enough?
are my heels too high? not high enough?
everything is subjective, except one fact: i need to make them
like me
love me
everything i’ve worked for boils down to this game of chance
isn’t it ironic
the one thing i’ve worked hardest for turns out to be
the one thing i can’t control?
hitting refresh on the inbox waiting for their acceptance
(part two)
the clock ticks down to the designated time, sealing my fate
for two years
for five years
for forty years
this life is part chance and part luck
all i ask is that someone takes a chance on me