you look lovely, my dear

do i look fat in this dress

she asks

spinning around in a gold 

array

of fabrics

from the far east,

nordstrom's rack,

macy's,  lord and taylor,

or maybe target, who's

to say.

no, you don't look a pound

overweight i

reply

from the chair

where i'm lacing up my

shoes.

in fact, you look

more sexy now than the

day i said

i do.

you look lovely, my dear.

no worries.

i've learned

the hard

way

what words to choose.