Imperative
I need to make money.
I stand waiting. A lot.
Anxious.
Waiting. Could they send me home if.
I need to make money.
Shift over in less than
One hour.
I need to
make money. Anxious.
Waiting. I need
I’m called. Pick up the bags
Start moving the cart. I need
to make money.
9/19/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Anxiety. You’ve captured it. (K)
It is espeically hard when outside events outside your control drive your behaviors, you have no defenses, I feel.
No defenses–exactly.
I could feel the anxiety in your poem!!!!
Just watching this person do her job, it stood out all over her how she was under the time pressure to get things done and I felt it myself.
Money may not buy happiness but a lack of money definitely drives anxiety and stress. (As an aside, when I first started reading your poem I thought the person waiting for money might be a bank robber.)
Bank robber, well, now that is a very anxiety producing job, I think! Hmmm…something to think about.
One of the many reasons I could never be a criminal is that I absolutely could not handle the stress.
Yes, and also I could not keep straight my lies, and I am poor at hiding my feelings or thoughts and if pressed would cave in my false stories.