Does your shoulder bag have a story
mix-matched from your outfit because you were in a hurry
and it was a last minute decision
It is filthy.
You let your daughter borrow it for a picnic
She abandoned it, unconcerned
It hangs low like your sleepy eyes on your way home
from work.
More time passes
Your body is tired
Shoulder bag stomps the ground
Does your shoulder bag have a story?
Colors have no meaning only if you spent hours
Deciding which one you wanted
The greens and blues are faded like it’s your favorite
Is it just a bag to hide walking shoes for your
aged feet?
Do you remember the shoulder bag your mother-in-law
Gave you to hold
lip balm
Winter fresh gum
and now, without her knowing
a pack of cigarettes.
Is your shoulder bag the size of the sky,
Leather with knick-knacks and chunk change
Is it an accessory or do you hold
diapers and wet wipes?
Does your shoulder bag have a story?
Or is your shoulder bag filled with stories?