They melt at the bottom of my purse
not in my hand; because that’s where
the rainbowed chocolate (minus the purple and violet
– if you’re like that) fell out of their torn wrapping.
They are residents with broken crayon bits:
black, turquoise and orange split in half,
only purple- violet?- remains intact.
These contents should be at the bottom
of a tacky plastic 12-year-old’s saddle bag;
but no, they’re in a 20-year-old’s handmade purse
where crayons and candy are next to condoms.
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