i didn’t get it, a poem.

i really
really
wanted it.

no dancing
skills, or
singing
for that matter,
so i left
those reality
show auditions
alone.

this is where
my heart was
so i
followed it.

prepared for it.
prayed for it.
waited for it.

grateful to those
who compiled their
prayers for
little
ole
me.
but apparently
the chem trails
were extra thick
these past
six weeks.

only bits got through.
spirits up. sun down.

it was a fat chance.
even with good
references.
but i had
hope
like number 44
gave me.

2013 is interesting.
literally started on
the (wrong) foot,
booted from stability.
no stranger to
rejection.
thankful for the
few prayers
that did get through.
it’s april fool’s and
i’ve already sat
on the tracks
(3 times)
just waiting
to be smoothed out
like honest abe on
a childhood penny.

but i must have
got the freight train
schedule wrong.

i’ve been waiting
so long. i’m
so anxious.
the
letter in the mail
states

i didn’t
get
it.