Bob was less judgmental

i remember

standing in line at the Citizens

Bank

of Maryland,

with my measly check from

digging ditches

with a shovel.

i was embarrassed

to hand it over for deposit

to the pretty clerk

behind

the counter.

Amber.

would she see what's

in my account,

hardly nothing.

no savings, no cd's,

just a simple checking account

to pay

my bills with.

i barely had enough to

take her

to movies,

or out for a slice

of pizza

at Luigi's.

so i avoided her and went

to the other clerk

at the end

of counter, Bob, i think

his name was.

he seemed less judgmental.