Maureen is glum
as she receives the result
from her career coach.
After extensive testing
surveys, questionnaires
likes, preferences, wishes
and ways of doing things
she is still most suited to
her current career as
a cat burglar.
She’d craved an alternative
existence,
escaped by a whisker
following a chase
in her balaclava
down an alley
in the darkness,
licked her wounds,
decided it’s time to stop
crying over spilt milk.
She stares at the result,
hisses at the coach.
Nine lives, each time
she tries to reinvent
it comes back the same.
This test, the ninth,
has a new dimension,
describes her as ‘turbulent’.
Self-doubt scratching,
clawing its way in,
she slinks out the window
with the coach’s cream purse.