Every Day
I slid my blazer over my pressed white shirt
smoothed away crooked edges and frays
like I'd been doing for days and days
Glancing in the mirror
I applied a smile
and more than a hint of confidence
Walking out the door to my first job interview, a mile
She asked if I wanted coffee
which I'd never had before
I said "okay"
I folded my hands together
as the coffee maker groaned
Then she came back and shook my hand
introduced herself
Next I
introduced
myself
and we began to talk like
adults
I rememebered the days when I used to bike
to school every day
now I could drive
every day
I was taking charge
making my own way
every day
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