The Labelflout

She going out,

she’s ready,

has been steady,

with the lipstick.

Slips a toothpick

into her pocket.

Adjusts her straps,

wraps a scarf around her waist,

dabs away a spot of toothpaste.

Looks in the mirror,

wishes she was slimmer,

but actually, thinks she looks okay.

She’s been looking forward to today.

She likes this man,

her plan, is to make him hers.

Her desire stirs.

It does not occur

that her clothing brand is showing,

size 12 positively glowing.

Oh, how mortified she’ll be,

when she makes her discovery,

that her top is on inside out.

That she is nothing but a labelflout!