Tell me about yourself
May 28, 2019
Story
Tell me about yourself
He mutters slowly as his eyes go over my handcrafted life
Caught in several pages of Microsoft
Oozing out of the A4, unhinting at what I should say.
I try to recollect what part of my childhood would help him solve the puzzle
Of who I am today
And why I am sitting here
In one of the several rooms of handcrafted routines.
I linger a minute longer on school days
And wonder why I had forced myself
Out of all the threads of friendship
That pulled me out of puberty
Why I had left those handcrafted weaves
Of limitless needles, pinching me through girlhood
His eyes keep searching mine as I come nearer
To the years of today
But drift further from any hopes of a coherent answer
His keen expression betrays the impatience
That I hear in the fluttering sounds of those sheets
Which I had handcrafted over limitless nights
Piling my days of necessitated effort
Into a sequential series of clear mindedness.
He utters once again as if I had let myself forget
Tell me about yourself
As I sink deeper into me and repeat
Tell me.
I am sir, well suited for the job.
He smiles and says
I can see Mam.
But I insist
Tell me about yourself.
I open my mouth and let the sounds escape
As our eyes meet in a familiar state of unknowing
I am a girl Sir. And I'll be leaving now.
I rise with nervous courage
Trembling in its birth
Arms shuffling over the handcrafted mahogany
Hands reaching to learn handcrafting.