6: After a year jobhunting

Your life in numbers it was:

endlessly reprinted,

          offered,

          rejected,

waving

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.

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