People At the Mall

Many walk past Most without bags Wearing fleece pajama pants At 1:30 on a Sunday Not a.m., we are at the mall In broad daylight, In front of people Their hair is tossed haphazardly, they are not coming from church Or lunch at Grandma's. One is wearing red heels, slick, patent leather maybe High, and a sequin skirt that is not as long as my hand. It makes her giraffe-like legs look like mini-skyscrapers She is limping now I feel her pain I remember those days Trying to look good While blisters are killing your feet Suddenly the bedroom slippers and the pajama pants make sense...