Big Ole Bag
What was once filled with candy in secret
Is now filled with my lip gloss and loose condoms.
The strap is makeshift sewn and frayed with cracking skin.
It fits now on my shoulder
As it would fit to my mother’s.
My big ole bag that brings me back
To the sweet secret candy
And looking both ways
As we would skip in sync
Off to the movies
With her big old bag

