help wanted

when i see

a help wanted sign in a store,

or business,

or at a construction site,

i almost

go in, like i used to do

with peach

fuzz on

my cheeks,

above my lips,

sprouting on my chin.

i was always willing to work,

no matter the hours,

or how hard it was.

the night shift

was fine with me.

i was never a fan of hunger,

or living on

the street.

i liked clothes and books,

the finer things

in life,

and of course, my

Achille's heel,

crazy women.