InterviewA Poem by e.renoldicurrently workshopping- in progressInterview What’s the hardest part of your job? pencil
Speak up will
ya? If I had a dime
for evr’y time someone
screamed so softly - well
nevermind.
repeat whisper
Who wore what
where?
repeat
Augh.
Doll, that
whisper held a whole notta secret and a whole lotta spit. Can’t cough-
coughin’ can’t come cause I ain’t got a
throat do I?
Sorry repeat pencil
Right. Boomin’ and
cryin’ Can’t stand
those shrilly ones that sting (whining) those rough
and gruff ones that scratch
(burly man) those crackin’-
ridin’ on pride ones that crinkle
and wrinkle their way
through (puberty).
pencil scratch
But it’s all
I got.
How do you like your job? loud
I like it as
much as the next guy. The next guy. Never met him.
I’m sure he’s
a nice fella. pencil
Maybe he’s a
she fella. I never
thought of that. Cause
thinkin’s not my job right.
Right.
pencil page
What’s the worse sound you’ve heard?
So last week
I see my doctor, I tell him
“Doc, somethin’ ain’t right. I can’t sleep
at night. Mounds and
mounds of sounds poundin’ ‘round and
‘round and ‘round-” He won’t ever
prescribe me, see says that’s my
job-
Was he wrong? pencil sneeze- excuse me
Tastin’ ain’t
my job but when that
sweet string of savory notes sweep
and sway, seducing and
reducing me to serendipity,
it’s not a
job to feel.
pencil
I ain’t a
heart.
erase But I know
when she sings, I ring- ring
ring- I know what
it means!
Hm pencil
Speak- think- taste- feel- what am I
talkin’ your ear off fo-
beep
Oh
Thanks for your time. fold zip door.
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