Was she pretty, poor, ugly, rich? Hard-
working or lucky? Her 7s look like boarding school
in Switzerland, but her scars tell a different tale.
She got that job
because they knew no one else wanted
it and she couldn't do anything else,
but they could have at least
offered us first.
Never got a big job I interviewed for. The powers
that be, the culture at large, insists I'm a citizen
of a representative democracy that breeds
identity politics. But I'm no one's vote.
I call myself a mongrel
howling under the moon
looking for the light-
quenched invisible stars,
a thousand year old vampire,
yearning for humanity.
Julie Benesh has published work in Tin House, Crab Orchard Review, Florida Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Hobart, JMWW, New World Writing, Cleaver, Sky Island Journal, and elsewhere, and her 48-poem chapbook ABOUT TIME is forthcoming from Cathexis Northwest Press. Read more at juliebenesh.com.