When I was eighteen I wanted a black dress<\/p>\n
Along with chandelier earrings<\/p>\n
Dangling to my shoulders<\/p>\n
It was my entrance to adulthood that my<\/p>\n
First black dress or two were cotton<\/p>\n
And the color was mandatory for<\/p>\n
My first job as sales clerk in a department<\/p>\n
Store where I was assigned to the<\/p>\n
Toy department during the Christmas<\/p>\n
Season selling mechanical toys, board games<\/p>\n
Bicycles, and other objects hoped to<\/p>\n
Be lusted after by pre-teenage boys<\/p>\n
I never wore earrings then but soon acquired<\/p>\n
A third dress for working girl wardrobe<\/p>\n
Made of wool and saved for Thursday<\/p>\n
When the day began at noon and stopped at<\/p>\n
Nine o\u2019clock with frequent special sales<\/p>\n
To lure parents to buy unneeded gifts<\/p>\n
Poorly made, doomed to self-destruct and add<\/p>\n
Violent displacement to the hearts and<\/p>\n
Minds to already intolerant vacuous youth.<\/p>\n
I worked until a few days before the twenty-fifth<\/p>\n
When I was laid off and reemployed again<\/p>\n
For the spring and summer where I sold<\/p>\n
Women\u2019s blouses, then hosiery and finally men\u2019s<\/p>\n
Sportswear cheap shirts, jackets sweaters<\/p>\n
And I earned a commission plus salary.<\/p>\n
Those black dresses were what I wanted until I had<\/p>\n
Them, saw them take me to this palace of<\/p>\n
Unnecessary artifacts for unsophisticates like me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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