anxiety
once again I’m lying in bed
worrying about money
I moved in to my own place
both to keep from wearing out
my welcome and because I need space
I used the last of my savings
so now I have a home but no certainty
I am, generally speaking, unemployable
still I send out message after message
hoping after two decades of working life
to convince someone to let me
ring up groceries or serve banquet guests
while I pass myself off as someone else entirely
I turn onto my side to reach for my phone
so I can tap out this poem
as I do I realize
my back is covered in sweat
7 October 2013
Oak Street
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