We become animalistic,
gnashing teeth and tearing off the hems
of each other’s shirtsleeves.
Resumés shoot out of our backpacks
like Olympians at the crack of an empty gun.
We drink our caffeine too fast.
Our eyes sparkle desperation.
Green is our favorite color,
unless yours is mustard yellow,
which we really love more.
Bleached gardenia is our
white-pressed shirt scent.
We walk the streets with migraines
and bright smiles because
we are just happy, happy, happy.
So… will you take us?