Looking to buy some happiness
maybe a dose of self-respect
she combs her fingers through the racks,
sale or otherwise,
knowing the possibility is there.
If only she could find it.
The one thing to guarantee bliss,
carry her weight
for the rest of the day.
Cold marble floors
industrial with purpose
polished three hours earlier
know the point of her pursuit.
Brushed cottons
loose linens
raw silks
hold comfort.
Here,
in this buffet of hope
she seeks out a smile,
a reflection in the chrome
she will at once recognize.
Intercoms and lost children
mists of new scents
the intoxicating knowledge
that anything is possible.
Smartly altered mirrors convince
and disguise last night’s restless sleep.
Here,
there is a chance of renewal.
Plastic overpowers and creates an armor
offering just a taste of worth.
-Lori A. May
Square Feet
Accents Publishing