Awkward Questions

I walked in, sweat staining my shirt,

   palms slick, heart racing, a deer in headlights,

   stuttering over my own name,

   the interviewer’s gaze a sharp knife,

   I fumbled for answers, wishing for notes,

   what was I thinking, forgetting the job,

   heat rose, cheeks flushed with despair,

   I spoke of dreams I couldn’t recall,

   each word a tumble, awkward and wild,

   just trying to fit into a suit

   that felt two sizes too small.