a barker at market
marketing parkas
told me to park it
beneath his marquee…
Remarking my burqa
was yesterday’s jerkin
and hurtin’ for certain
the way I’m perceived…
Shaking out tunic
in shaking down movement
he barked that most sheiks
are taken with frayed
–fringes and edges
as long as alleged
unraveling hems
are finest of suede…
Then trading my jacket
in bartering racket
before I could counter
my coat was replaced,
by fast talking honcho
hawking pseudo-suede ponchos
to passing by pawns
showing poor fashion taste.
©Karen Robiscoe
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