seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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confession #1

She has never owned a purse,

even at twenty

and at twenty-one

things will be the same way

(it is frightening to think that things may never change).

The strap has never rested delicately on one shoulder,

and she has never been able to keep herself from swinging it up in the air or dragging it on the ground.

It is like learning to sit up straight:

painful,

a supreme drag,

pointless to someone who has never carried very much cash

and doesn't own a phone

or even pepper spray.

14:48 - 03 March, 2003

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