Your life in numbers it was:
like the businessman’s hand
desperate to catch
a taxi in the evening rain.
Such is the way before belonging becomes:
a downpour of silence,
soft blows giving weight
to your endlessly ironed
smart casual suit.
Will a home and a dinner ever appear
before this documentation fades?
The businessman got his taxi.
All that was left of you,
protected by a flimsy plastic envelope,
was drenched out of desperation
to save your rain-soaked skin
from the waves that owned your world.
For this prompt:
Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?
In a rare moment in my unstable life phase, I tried to apply for a job in one of the outsourcing companies. But I shuddered and left at the thought of falling into a drab call center job. The job is drab, but for a first job, it is not so bad, and certainly if you are one who is desperate for a salary to sustain you.