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