Porcelain Elvis
Porcelain Elvis posed the problem
with his seventy-five dollar price tag,
while 5-year-old Will had only seven dollars
for souvenirs.
Porcelain Elvis, safely behind glass in the gift shop.
“He’s not an action figure,” we said.
“I won’t leave without him,” Will warned.
We begged, “Please don’t throw a fit…”
We faced off with our five-year-old.
Finally, he followed us, pouting, frowning,
from the gift shop.
Porcelain Elvis did not leave the building.
“Souvenir photo?” the photographer asked.
“Sure!” we said.
Three of us, smiling at the gates of Graceland.
Our family of four, fractured by a fancy figurine.