Still Life with Purse
Her body droops from the weight
of her Prada like an overfed cat
perched on an undernourished branch.
She smiles through lopsided lips and
refuses my hand. She staggers out
the mall and into the mustard Mustang.
The quick unzip sounds stressed
and the cave-mouthed Prada
paints the picture of a figurine
clothed in cash and plastic memories.
