For years I’ve made my living
peddling junk food at the entrance
to the Co-op.
I pull open my shabby overcoat
to reveal a lining festooned
with Snickers bars, M&M’s,
Hi-ho’s and whatnot.
Some of the workers
are among my top clientele.
I keep rooms (with live-in maid)
in Blue Lake,
and commute to work.
PS — I’m getting close to retirement,
so the position may soon be open.
This article appears in Stray.