Shopping For Love
I am in Belk’s, shopping for love.
Lucky to find bathmats on sale,
a 200-thread oversize towel for only $9.99.
Scented soap, a clean comb, a sealed toothbrush.
In the magic section, my new love
buys salve to hide her wrinkles.
I cut my fingernails twice a week,
shower every day, change my shampoo.
I send away for colorful, strangely shaped underpants,
get my first manicure, consult with my friends
on new, esoteric topics: semen flow in men
over 55. I am in love.
As Michelle Shocked sings, “Oh love,
this must be love!”
In recent weeks, I’ve joined the Y,
become a vegetarian, scrubbed my oven,
thrown out the old flour, put the new
in the freezer, bought avocados.
It’s love! It must be love.
My bank balance and my waist
are shrinking together. My linen closet
and my heart
are filling up.