I am 39 days unemployed, and on this day,
August 8th—I finally got an interview at a legit place.
But as soon as the goodness invades, I begin the suffering and pain.
I am stuck inside this vein, I cannot make it go away.
I can, but choose to stab instead, happy always has an end.
I realize the past is gone, but lives so vividly inside my throat.
It urges more than smiling does.
It counts the minutes it is gone.