running errands on a Saturday morning in December with a former classmate peering over my shoulder

soft-as-butter

leather red flats

behind a holiday

plate-glass window

entice me

to venture inside.

*

eagerly I try them on,

so smitten am I,

my Discover card

wastes no time

completing

the transaction.

*

my friend mocks

& criticizes me

for my impulsiveness,

standing there, next

to the cash register

in her dirty, smelly,

swollen bare feet.

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