job hunting-

[claire_writes]

Staring into
the tired eyes
of a listless
white principle
in the heart
of Jamaica Plain-
explaining with
waning conviction
and the monotone of
reciting- about saving
souls and poor neighborhoods-
the same limp hum
buzzing in the
sociology squirrel cheeks-

all I want to do is fall asleep.

In the saggy folds
of retiring lids
and the humid hung-over
odors,
I crimp slowly
into sweaty highschool bed sheets
that let all the institutional loathing
seep into the dark, mid afternoon
shadows that swim narrowly
between fan wings swinging
like egg beaters
through the room-
I do not even pretend
to wrestle with
life's obvious
suburban sinking.