Do These Come In Desperate? Poem by Robin Bennett

"I need some money
for summer clothes, " I ask.
I'll take what is left after
you write that last check
to the piper. Yes, it's
due again. Seems even
he comes before me.

Honestly, I have come to
detest shopping. Endlessly
searching racks for
anything to fit a zero
like me. Does this
dress come in
" desperate? " I ask
the mind numbing
sales girl. Another one
whose tears seem
to be linked to
her boredom.
Just another random
stranger staring
down at me
through her
slightly crooked nose.

Won't these shorts
look divine as
I lay in my room
everyday! I bought
them in black, as not
to clash with the
darkness that
surrounds me.