interviews are a lot to go through for a maybe. all dolled up in sunday's best, hoping to provide the most accurate version of yourself that you can, which might even be as perfect and true as it can bein that moment - and it still may not be what they want. I'm sitting in the laundromat preparing for this, all calmed by the soft whites and blues they're in the middle of re-renovating it to.
as much as I would love this, there's a degree of nervousness removed from not needing to do it. if they say no, I'll be alright. but who doesn't love the yes...
polaroid pepsi-shot daydream linoleum,
spin cycle work shirts
red metal folding chairs
make me want to go paint the whole world.
seven minutes last touches
faded signs in the beating sun
you took a picture for me in the grass
sit up straight, stop fidgeting
all of a sudden everything's wrong -
or just right.
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