Interview

Interview

A Poem by e.renoldi
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Interview

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.

 

 

 

 

 

© 2017 e.renoldi


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