The interview

It was like a void filled with aspic jelly

neither bitter nor sweet

glossy, wobbling but real

eye contact with no connection

I am the box jellyfish 

gelatinous zooplankton

I brush tentacles

illusion of entanglements

I peer through the mist

distorting my view

I want to contract

but there is nowhere to hide

each movement causes ripples

broken reflections with an

imperfect recall of history

old news remixed for now

I am floating in this void

a gravity free space

no companion fish nearby

I'm held by boundaries

a glass tank with opaque walls

'Leave meeting'

    a click

        darkness

an abrupt splash back to here.