I remember the agony
of
shopping for a girlfriend
or God forbid
a wife.
the impossibility
of it all
whether
a ring, a bracelet.
or something to be worn.
it's never right. always
the wrong
size
the wrong color.
they were never happy with
anything I
bought
no matter how long
I shopped,
or tried.
is that for me or you,
they'd say
when opening up a box
of lingerie.
not a glimmer of happy
surprise
on their face.
until I gave them the receipts,
then life returned
to their eyes.
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