layover

by Wanda Morrow Clevenger

those grub jobs
and crud bosses
weren’t more
than a high school grad
could expect
but
I got to dress up
and show my legs
and buy
my own beers
and
tell myself I was
on the way
up
somewhere

and really
they were
all of them
all of it
disposable

a layover
until
I was somewhere
else where
someone else
bought
the beers