I’ve never been a material girl.
I don’t obsess over shoes.
In fact, taking the palsy girl shoe shopping
is task my seasoned assistants dump on my newest hire.
I haven’t worn a dress in three years,
although I own a few.
Even my inner bibliophile
is mostly nourished during trips to the library.
Expenditure is reserved for things
like revolution, charity, and art.
And the push to elevate work desk
that I adore from my advocacy-based day job
which is reduced in price from three digits
too a much more manageable 2
in honor of the holiday meant to honor
those who sacrificed limbs, spines, lives
to keep us a certain sort of safe
in this place we call America.