hold my handbag honey

i no longer want to hold
a hand bag
while she changes into a new
dress
in the dressing room.
waiting outside
with the other stiffs,
bored silly,
shaking our collective
heads, wondering
how we got talked into this.
of course i'm all
smiles when she comes
out and spins,
pirouettes and says,
what do you think of this
one. she looks into the mirror,
dipping her head,
moving her hair,
too loud, too short?
this is a maybe,
i have five more to go,
i'll hand this one out
to you
when i change. don't lose it.
it's one thing if it's
Victoria Secrets, but another
if it's Macy's summer sale
on floral
peasant dresses.