For The Aztec Goddess

by Diane Wakoski

“Take one,” she said, opening her closet
of frankincense & myrrh.
In it hung anoraks, parkas, wool jackets, raincoats,
even a heavy loden greatcoat. All bought
in thrift stores, a wardrobe allowing her
whole family
to walk in any weather.

I selected a khaki safari jacket,
and we walked down to the marina.
What journeys we suburban women take

through costume and
accoutrement.