Changing Purses

Changing Purses

A Poem by Erin Sky
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So, I've been using this amazing, ratty messenger bag since like 7th grade, but Mom got me a new one. This is the transition.

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I am what I carry

  what is in the bag

how those keys got wedged

   below that dictionary

(must find die bonne palabra)

 
So feminine feminist

  a pack of cards and tiny chessmen

there is a cracked silver face

  every folder, equally spaced

     (and filled with applications

  a student’s begging tin)


Forget to turn that in,

  and rooters, looters dog-eared pages

it all comes in stages

  should be friendly, an arm across a shoulder

     (it’s a shortish long walk home,

  and our feet are throbbing)


You speak in pronouns and adjectives

  and sprinkle them on paper,

nary a book to sort out time’s wrinkle

  the stitchy Xs on the handle mark the treasures

     (that get snagged on brambles,

  A new way to bring the flowers in)

© 2008 Erin Sky


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to me it made very little sense but was completely brilliant at the same time. great!

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Erin Sky
Erin Sky

Ithilien, Gondor



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I hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..

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