the personal questionnaire is the hardest part of the interview.
she twirls the pen & wracks her brain
the recipe for believability is one part reality, two parts fill-in-the-blank
‘just try to be as honest as you can’
the words echo like an accusation in the hollows they’re trying to probe
easier said than done, guys.
unsolvable riddles are their favorite,
but she houses no hidden truths.
so, incapable of pleasing,
she bangs her wrists together in rhythm
keeping time with the beat of the mysteries’ multiplication rate.
seeing the name they’ve given her scrawled at the top of the page,
she smiles to herself.
aryah.
they’ve got a sense of humor, at least.
