Blonde Wig

She desperately wanted to be blonde,
fake blonde with big boobs.
She wanted to wear a black leather sheath
with a zipper down the front,
big teeth and a long pull.
She wanted men to look at her
and want her.
She went downtown to park across the
sreet from the wig store,
gazing through her tinted car window
at the wig until the OPEN sign
turned dark, along with her dream.

I had a co-worker who used to dress like this; she was such a lovely person and we talked often. I dressed like in jeans and T-shirts, peasant blouses and long skirts.  One day she said to me, " I love your clothes!  Where do you get them?"  I had wondered the same about hers.