Purpose in Purses

2.26.2019.

hoarding all of my assumed

necessities in a pink Coach bag.

where’s my vape? she asked.

leaning against a table as two

heavy Kate Spades smack me,

their blonde owners rush

towards smiling faces.

i slip away from the table, and return to another hit by another Kate whose owner is a tall, hostile beauty.

all unbothered.

i turn, and socialize

with sarcastic quips

and emotional exclaims.

i piece together the dots

in my mental bulletin board.

signs of the past, hints of the

upcoming, but most of all:

my own shallow worries in

full focus.

new genuine friends,

and easy laughter.

i reflect on the good.

clarity is in every nervous gulp of air.

me with my asides and

unkempt hair.

me with black

heeled Oxfords

among

Old Skool Vans.

She is pending.

a quarter late.

Published by Jaz

xxxx.

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