by Gail Goepfert
Noon. The café line snakes by the handbags,
fine leather goods meant to entice—a Givenchy GV3
Diamond Quilted Crossbody Bag, a Nancy Gonzalez
Cristie Linen & Genuine Crocodile Tote, a Devotion
Leather Shoulder Bag, adorned with an oversized heart,
lustrous imitation pearls detailing the envelope flap—
all secured to metal cables and the airy sparkling display
of glass and gold. We giggle, almost, as we try to resurrect
the price tags, buried in a zippered compartment,
giddy school girls, under the scrutiny of the salesperson
who materializes from nowhere. Just looking. Seating
saves us. We order our usual—Cranberry Turkey
and Tuscan Roasted Salmon. Lunch talk stretches
for hours, chemo and chaos, Poetry and CBD.
Things the heart must hold.
How it’s time to say yes to what matters.
To stop saying sorry when we need to say no.
No need to check words for genuine or imitation.
*This poem won second Honorable Mention in the “Poetry for Purses” Competition in honor of Kate Spade and suicide prevention.