Loud like a pissy baby—
This is the job fair.
Overcrowded room,
Underwhelmed people
In front of three-fold poster board.

School never ends.

Oh god I'm sweaty.
My pits are crying.
I'm a 24 year old teenager
Avoiding the presentations again.

And I recognize him,
The kid from highschool.
The man from highschool.

Don't look at me.

My hair is long
Like the overgrown brush of the bog
Across From the path
Of which we both walked
Home.
My disheveled spirit is honest
In its frequent joblessness,
Staring out of dead eyes.

Maybe I could act
Like I'm some random drug addict
Instead of an addict you familiarize...