The Applicant [4]

blew the interview. Cracked window
      over a chest too baroquely
open for business. Mollusk of rancor
      in a throat saying should've
let him do the talking. Should've left
      them a foretaste of the whole
amalgam. What doesn't kill me
      makes me wonder. Whatever it was
must have tramped off an afternoon
      laughing so hard it forgot what I looked like
with my hat down and left me
      ghost of infinite back rent to pay.

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