The Angel of Retail
Poems The Angel of Retail By May 18, 2026 Save this story You spirit of grace in the taffy machine’s chrome arms At Morris’s Candy performing a sarabande Unknitting and knitting again immaculate sweets. You spirit of order in a plank across uprights Between us patrons and visible bottles: a bar, The barrier presence attending to our pleasure. Angel of displays recurrent, mortal and porous, Dry goods and hardware and the fearsome eyeless Heads I remember at Dlugos’s Ladies’ Hats. New spirits of the body, Pilates and Threading, I needed explained. My ignorance not like that Of those who hissed “At thy unequal’d Play The Alchymist: Oh fie upon ’em,” says Herrick Son of a goldsmith, praising Ben Jonson. Like Twain’s Dauphin and Duke, his Subtle the Alchemist scams Us townsfolk, selling Abel Drugger a magnet To attract customers. No joke, ruthless Angel: In Greenwood murderous white rioters destroyed Eldridge’s Grille and Lewis’s Meats and Sundries— More shocking than the bank,...