After the Boutique Opened at 5AM

Sated by the fireplace
while my stomach rumbles,
he tells me of his devourings
as she rubs his neck and shoulders,
dances an offering of cinnamon
eggnog and rum. My darling
lady left a frozen turkey in
the oven, red tags beckoning.
Jimmy Choo’s slip from her
heels, clank down sidewalk,
halt at any door marked “SALE!”

—Nortina