Application

You don’t want, I hope, a compilation
Of personal outdated bests,

Nor the fortune-telling sum
Of authenticated scores and tests,

But the person I’ll become—
Not a xerox of my ancestry,

But what you’ll make of me:
Not my childhood building blocks,

But something just outside that box.
You don’t want familiar dancers,

But ones who work up different answers;
Not just finished applicants

But ones who want to learn to dance;
Not piles of perfect fingerprints

Or records of my useful summers,
But imaginary numbers

Which might just accidentally
Become the formula for me.

January 3rd, 2021
Kaiholu