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I am good communicatorWords gather like ghouls, expelled shadows arriving late
I have the ability to get on with people
Able to listen to all sorts of bullshit while maintaining my composure
I have seen many projects through from concept to completion
I move too slowly, like a lame panther. Always hungry.
I am able to come up with creative solutions
Queen of multiple alternatives, Houdini-hand on the exit.
I am reliable
Aching for revolution. When the moment comes, I will not miss.
I feel I am well suited for this position
I can slip past the gatekeeper, smirk concealed.
Available for an immediate start.
Reasons to continue
we work in order
to realize our potential to feel something
to keep ourselves busy to test our threshold for pain
we live together and bring up children we push ourselves to the limit
and now we medicate, we struggle daily, we pick at our scabs and cut our arms
to communicate messages of love to make our raw flesh swell, to achieve release
we end up alone in cavernous rooms at night savouring the swoon of adrenaline in our blood
comforted by a cushion of investment assets pumped up by the practice of toxic habits
weightless digits rising on a screen accumulating in a carved silver tally, help us
Almighty Market: maximise our profits, teach us to take risks, remind us how to be free
how to soundproof the soul to memorise the taste of our own blood
to trust the gap widening beneath us to rise spitting grit when we stumble
to climb that ladder to climb and never climb down
Hilary Otto is an English poet based in Barcelona, where she reads regularly in both Spanish and English. Her work has featured in Ink, Sweat and Tears, AIOTB, Anti-Heroin Chic, Black Bough, and The Blue Nib, among other journals. Last year she received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination. She tweets at @hilaryotto.
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