A thick leather white purse
To know about people
You need to find the stuff
They need with them
Every where
I learn a little more about you
Every time I witness the universe’s expansion
At the thick leather white purse
That holds your medicine
Your beauty and personal hygiene stuff
And the plastic and paper
That valuates and identificates you
To the rest of the planet’s population
Universe have expanded quite a lot
Since I first met a hard skinned girl
Who could enjoy a joke
On her more secret and firm beliefs
Since I first saw the beauty and naiveté
Of what my ex calls: “My fat white chick”
But I rather prefer to call
“My prize for being a successfully boy”
I learn about my need of you
About the byproducts
Of our lives’ combustion
About our babies and your milk and blood
About your cheerfully ways to go
To love or war
About the normality you irradiate
Over all of my reality
When universe expansion
Or anything less inevitable
Separate us more
Than eight hours of imaginary time
VABM July 16, 2009
