the first
thing i'd do upon
entering the store, would be
to look for a bench
to sit on
close to a woman's dressing
room.
her purse would be sitting
between my feet
as i read the book i brought along.
eventually
she'd come out from behind
the curtain
with a dress on,
spinning this way and that,
playing with her
hair for some reason.
so, she'd say.
what do you think?
too long, too short, too
many colors,
does it say me?
it's you, i'd tell her.
perfect.
it brings out the color
in your eyes.
more dresses were to follow.
slacks and blouses too,
shoes.
eventually we'd leave
with nothing bought,
but with
the book almost finished.
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