I graduated into the Great Recession
It got better a few years later
My life didn’t
People younger than me have more
Earn more
Do more
People see the gaps in my resume
and they think I’m suspect
They’ve forgotten
It’s nice to forget the past
I’d like to forget it, too
But the past is also my present
So I bear the memories
Like a pariah
Silenced by the clamor
of other people’s success.