Thank You For Your Application

The light of pressing matters

glowing in front of me

keystrokes away from

sending my soul out

in faux mail to strangers.

Promises that are hollow,

skills that are untrue,

responses that are cold. 

Groveling for something 

that feels like a fantasy

written by the villains.

You don’t grow up

to be rescued by a prince.

And you don’t grow up

to have your dream job. 

And the light sears my eyes

with a thousand letters

telling me 

“Unfortunately, no. . .”