April 6, 2022What I Remember About That Dress
When a cousin asked me to be her bridesmaid,
I shopped for my dress at Bergdorf’s on Fifth Avenue
because Ronni said, Do it for a goof,
her favorite expression that summer.
We mostly shopped in stores like Alexander’s
and Klein’s as our immigrant parents did.
That summer Ronni and I worked as office temps
earning money for that year’s college fees.
Lunchtimes we’d browse the high-end shops
and fantasize a life that matched.
We put on airs inviting the perfumed
and proper sales ladies to wait on us.
A dark pink A-line dress caught my eye.
Unlined and cotton, affordable mother agreed
when I called from the payphone booth.
Three weeks later, on a rainy weekday,
we arranged to meet for the fitting.
As I scanned the first floor displays,
I spotted my mother by the UP escalator in her galoshes,
the knot of her plastic rain scarf pushing against her chin,
a thermos peeking out of a cloth shopping bag.
Another daughter would have greeted her with a smile,
thanked her for leaving work early,
not corrected her mispronounced English.
Another daughter would have bought a dress closer to home.
from #75 - Spring 2022