Unfranked

In which I contemplate interviews

Don’t disclose they advised. I have no tidy disclosure to make, no Latinate phrase to impress or Wikipedia page to authenticate.

I am unfranked.

I have a messy mouthful of words that stutter their way into the world. A tendency to tail away.

No it isn’t great, yes it does affect my working patterns.

Don’t read their expressions, don’t downplay.

I’ve got two-pilled dexterity of mouth, should have taken one, but the fear of pain was worse than a clumsy tongue.

I’ve got weevilling cramps riddling my face, eating into my brow

What did she just say?

How can we make this role work?

Focus on outputs not hours in the office, let me pick my brain when it’s ripe not rotten, trust me, respect me, realise that this is worse for me than for you.

I get home. Safe. Floor. 

I find it hard to trust me anymore.

Why should they?

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