do they gift wrap?

together
under the ticking
clock
and fluorescent lights
of the crowded store
I see the men in a daze,
walking
with short
lists of things
to buy for Christmas.
their glazed eyes
and furrowed brows give
them away.
they shuffle from counter
to counter,
staring into the bright
glass cases
holding gems
and jewelry.
watches and rings,
bracelets, bling that says
less than words
could ever say.
the Hoover vacuum last year
was a disaster.
they stop briefly
in the uncertain maze
of lingerie. the barely
clad
mannequins, mute,
with impossible bodies
that makes
them turn their eyes away.
is this gift for me
or her, they think to
themselves,
touching
the soft fabrics of nylon
and polyester,
cotton,
and silk. what size
does she wear?
do they gift wrap?