Talya Jankovits
IMPOSTER SYNDROME
I wish that when you reached
for me at night you could see
how tired I am how truly tired
not just from how sore my nipples
are from nursing the baby or from
how many times I mop up spilled
orange juice but from my lack of
self-worth how my student loans
are deducted each month from the
bank account you deposit money
into or from the growing silence
from the digital abyss that swallows
my queries whole in one bite until
maybe one agent might respond
with a rejection that explains why
I will never be a writer and how
no one ever asks you if you are a
professional veterinarian but I am
always asked if I am a professional