80spoems/dumb

Sometimes I realize how dumb I am:

I am shopping in a vintage clothing store,
pulling shirts from the bargain barrel in the back,
a deep container which requires real commitment,
bright red, dull plaids, an occasional Hawaiian.

I think to myself, I wish I had someone to buy this shirt for,
dreaming, as I bend over and the breeze finds my thighs,
that it is your hand caressing me.