Black Friday in the Fabric Store
Burly men with their mothers,
sisters, wives, lovers male and female – come.
I misunderstand my instructions.
I am to keep her place in the long
check out line – a son around which
earth rotates gathering in
ever greater bolts of 'good deal' fabric.
Calico and shoulder pads, moleskin
and dual duty thread call from their shelves.
Young lovers wait
in the long check out line,
women kibitz with one another,
with some there is discussion
of the complexities of fabric
One fellow states: “I don’t like fabric.”
He may speak for many
but not for all
he is the bold one
in a fabric store
filled with men and women
on Black Friday.
W. A. Grace
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