Resume Keywords, A Poem

This morning, I turned on LinkedIn and sipped resume keywords and linkages,

so my name rises like cream high above the algorithm's finite sequences

like gym class hurdles to clumsy teenage feet. No matter the instances,

I make unique decisions that are right for matching circumstances.

My nails are neutral, hair neat. I wear ballet flats for nimbleness

on the street to the office where I stock, file, report expenses.

Leap and land on descriptive bullet points for emphasis.

Like managing time, space, and daily occurrences.

Greeting clients, guests, all means of existence.

No job too big-too small. Can-do resilience.

Do you need references? References?

Many metamorposes? Reinventions.

No interview nervousness.

I am all cheerfulness.

Me? I'm marvelous

at tasks arduous.

How fortuitous

we found us.

Moi? A must.

Who hires?

Yes! Yes!

Ever notice how job descriptions are poetry fodder? I am a former dancer and Director of Health and Wellness at a community senior center. These days, I temp in large Manhattan offices, trying to break into the corporate sphere as an office manager, receptionist, admin, or executive assistant. I re-discovered poetry during the pandemic.