At the mall

Hey, you want to go shopping? I asked as it was her birthday after all

She wasn't in the mood to be out, but she would love new shoes

I mock her about women and shoes, I ask the helper around at the mall

He points us to the shoe section, above the haberdashery

I leave her be at her shoe choices, dash a floor down

I saw a needler embroidering, she could do a request for a fee

I bribe her an extra hundred, get a note on this white kerchief I pick up

I nod to myself on it being dumb but hey

- I exclaim under my muted breath "November, November, you drag on"

Would my lady's love call look good 

Upon this white kerchief, I half mindedly hand it over

The needler smiles, calls me funny, nervous, and other names

The kerchief is ready in under 10, the lady upstairs hasn't narrowed down I gather

Women and shoes, women and shoes

I dash back up; she isn't at the store as I search

I lean over the railing of the upper floor to look

She is downstairs embroidering my camera neck strap

We both wave, and we both say

November, November, you drag on well