Louis Vuitton
will not let you go.
Not until your ears crave
that zipper sound,
the sound that admits
what you always believed:
there’s something on the
other side. Open and shut case.
Either your credit cards
are in there or they’re not,
there’s no room to lie.
In Donna Karan’s New York,
where everything hangs in proper
proportion, everything asserts its belonging
as does the debutante;
with a stylish swing that says
chic or diva. Those things not en vogue
live at the bottom
of last year’s Gucci.
Zip. Put away. But always there.
A couple of Kenneth-Cole-walks
around the block
would look good on you;
thoughts, as matching accessories,
jingle. Last year’s handbag
that was so this year
goes out the next.
Its handle broke.
And the new Lana Marks
replaces that gaudy
fashion faux pas you used to have
on your shoulder; worn with issues
by J’accuse. Shoulder pads
by Chip.
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