Start every day off with a smile and get it over with.
– W. C. Fields
Day Off
Lost in the clothes racks,
fingers touching the soft fabric of long skirts
and flimsy blouses,
I bask in the artificial light.
One aisle over, a baby is crying;
the mother shushes, none too gently.
In the next moment,
someone will round the corner
with their cart, tired of shopping
and of young lovers who get in their way,
but for now it is just us two,
me with my eyes on cheap sequins
and you, tickling my elbow,
leaning close to whisper in my ear,
buy it.
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