i sat back
all cleopatra beside kerouac
sure in my skin
wine glass in hand
noticing
women under 25
won’t sit their purses down
at parties

such a lovely quirk

they remain slung around their bodies
or clutched into an armpit

lashed to
a designer ball and chain

they haven’t been here
long enough
to not give a fuck

they don’t know everything will be fine
or trust life quite yet

i turned my claret sipping lips toward the king

sharing the revelation

he laughed into his sweetest smile

as he proclaimed
purses are a metaphor
for pussy

then complimented me
on the compact size
of my pocket book