In my handbag
I put everything
found nothing.
I go as heavy as nothings
it full.
I put my cell phone, plug 'em when
not inadvertently
in the fridge.
Seven or eight pens,
a picture of my kid
a stick of lip gloss.
Four lipsticks, a blush powder mono
not free and a brush. Three
four lighters, or not enough
light cigarettes, that
j'glisse in the pocket:
It depends on the simple calculation of: the ones I bought, I stitched those
to I know that
(like "my" umbrella)
those I found no I know it was really possible
it and how?
And those I have forgotten, given
,
lost
or who never were returned to me?
In my purse, sometimes
There's nothing all times.
larger it is,
More y'en has it.
things essential, as useless:
cream "rescue" a bit of futile
Jewelry
M & M's blue. An invoice
EDF
drawing of a spaceship that Vincent
me an after-me coffee.
And three things in bulk,
Bach flowers,
my call at court
and a newspaper clipping.
I keep my four checkbooks,
and coins.
paper tissues
sometimes users.
Paracetamol,
a little pot of glue, scissors
Alice,
my "American spirit".
crumbs of cake,
Plus two tarot decks.
I find sometimes
keys ch'ais what. And I always looking
(It is never too far-sighted):
Those in the car, home, office, gate, garage, apartment Je,
Vee's home ,
that of K, the mailbox, and some others,
all mixed with each other.
In my purse, I plunge my hands
... Do not leave anything. Even if full
thousand and one gadgets.
Frankly,
not even make me feel a bit ridiculous
.
my handbag?
I love all full.
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