Where are my keys?With my big ole purse
I cannot find either of these
My lip gloss glows
Like the stars at night
If I can't find my mirror
Me and this pocketbook are going to fight
Some safety pins
My hand sanitizer to cleanse
All of my wants and needs
Band aids just in case my nephew's boo-boo bleeds
Body spray
Lotion
Cream
I pelrpetrate to seem like I am rich living the American
dream
My phone book
Check book
So many things that I do not want to look
Some tissue
My CD player
My spiritual book about God and prayer
So many ink pens
A journal to write
You'd think by my strut that my purse was light
Everything stuffed inside just in case a situation occurs
So much so my mind blurs
Clear nail polish for when my stocking has a run
My camera to take pictures when times are fun
I only have room for one more thing to fit
My beauty agent, my make-up kit.
(c)Danielle Vannall 2009
published in Skipping Stones, Vol VI
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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