The Dressing Room

I gather up a bunch of tops And go to try them on. The thought occurs that someday Dressing rooms might all be gone. As people order more and more Online, it’s pretty clear That stores with all their racks of clothes Will one day disappear. So dressing rooms will vanish, too, Their mirrors and their hooks, Some privacy provided To check out how something looks. I like that time alone in them, Just me and my reflection, Assessing every angle For acceptance or rejection. Then once I have decided I hand back what doesn’t suit And pay for what I want and head home, Carrying my loot. Of course, my home has mirrors So that I can preen and strut But I’ll miss the room where I discover Just what makes the cut.