Retail

Saturday, I wore high heels
like I always do.
But lots of people told me
I should be in pain
And it was a long shift
And my body hurt the next day.

Moral of the story:

I don't have enough flat shoes
and it is a
Legitimate
need
(For my health, for my work)
Therefore I must go and buy more.

Goodwill calls to me.
It has not called in a long time.
I thought I had everything I needed.

Apparently not.

Plato's closet also calls.

The stores' cries like
Those
Of a siren at sea
Or in marsh creek
Are impossible to ignore.
After one o'clock, they will be bombarded by...
me.