Poetry: Bit, Bag, and Game.

Bit, Bag, and Game.

I want a job that I can move around
push and pull barrels
tear walls down or hang signs up

I want to fix wood planks to steel rails
flex my muscles a bit
wear jeans and get messy

I want sun and air
maybe concrete and metal
but definitely crouching down and dirt on the seat of my pants

I want to learn while I am doing.
Come home with mud on my neck and a dusty bandana.
Give me a hammer, tell me what to pound.

- Molly Price, 2010