minimum wage

she's bored.

this clerk, this almost

beautiful

young

blonde clerk.

she sighs as she makes

change.

places your things

into a bag

and says,

thank you come again.

she thought

she'd be discovered

by now.

be somebody,

other than standing here

for minimum wage,

wearing a blue

apron

and a frown.

soon she thinks,

soon.

word will get out.