The Interview

The Interview prose poem

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His fingers were frenetically tapping,
as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation
of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata.
Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room,
accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and


The tick-tock of the clock endured in an ascending, vexatious tricolon.
Dynamic crescendos of his steady,
unwavering heartbeat persisted
as steps approached in an imminent and foreboding

The director halfheartedly opened the curtain,
revealing idiomatic banter – responding to his heartfelt preparation for the audition.

“Microsoft Excel proficiency is required. We would like you to send a writing sample and five professional references in PDF format. We will contact you if we see fit.”

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Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with