i write selfishly,
mostly for attention
and also to fish
for compliments.

but it’s not an easy task
and even i need
some inspiration –
my Muse.

i write for her
not because
she’ll ever read
these words

but with each
indifferent glance,
she reveals
my insignificance.

i pay with sleep
on her behalf,
not to say
she’ll ever care.

hello Muse,
i guess i am
a romantic
after all.

a metro lets me know
“pink and green are in”
and sports a pastel polo.

i’m no better with trends,
i find myself in a store
buying cotton dress shirts
and ties of these colors.

it’s only sixty-five degrees outdoors
but girls wear skirts and shirts
green on top pink on bottom
or the other way around.

makes me wonder where they got it,
a scheme that seems to celebrate spring,
compelling a certain consciousness
to visit the nearest chain retailer.

my school is based around a single walkway
lined up with trees and plots of grass.
for a brief moment in late april
the flowering cherry trees remind us
that the city appreciates nature, too.

it was evening and i was walking home
when the lamp reflected its light
on the falling petals of the blossoms.
i looked up and saw the green leaves
supporting the colony of pink bunches.

tell me about a situation
in which you have had
to adjust to changes
over which you had
no control.
how did you handle it?

tell me about a time
when someone else
came up with an idea
that was better
than yours.
what did you do?
what happened?

give me a specific
example of a time
when you used
good judgment
and logic
to solve a
problem.

when did you
last work on
a team?
do you prefer
working in teams or
individually?

how do you deal
with rejection?

***

sorry.
you’re not quite
the person
we were looking
for.