I went to Chagrin Falls, Ohio for an overnight stay. I carefully planned outfits with
rhinestones, embroidered socks, teacup earrings, red Mary Janes
To realize ostensibly I am not made of Mary Janes or a diamond-crusted history
but know intimately the feeling of walking home in worn-out shoes and hiding holes in favored clothes.
I play pretend well, I think, when I flip a tag or praise a blouse or walk into work, head high, and the reality is I am displaced, asking
can wealth be an anachronism like time?
Maybe my history is why I spent the past day guilt-laced in my $40 boutique top as I cut someone’s hope into confetti, scraps of bills sliced from a starving wallet
and a human heart making connections is salve, not sum.
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Jacket: Liverpool
Shirt: Nine West
Skirt: Draper James
Boots: Kate Spade
wallflower. 