The only job 

I seem to

be able

to keep

is

being a Muse.

But beware

if you hire me

I might steal your soul.

My first boyfriend was

a photographer.

Years later I became a photographer

while he stopped making art

completely.

My last husband/friend

was a poet

he still is

I think

but now He writes about Her

while She writes about Him

which doesn’t sound like a very good idea to me.

Anyway I am writing too now,

proving it doesn’t take much.

Women are diabolical creatures

I might have to start dyeing my 

hair 

red.