Her Louis Vuitton
is a handbag of heartaches.
In an unforgiving mall,
she held it close,
not knowing it wasn’t meant to bulge
like that.
Stuffed inside,
a five-dollar umbrella,
and bargain coupons
stretching the monogram
that’s not quite caramel brown.
Instead, an unusual green, and
mismatched at the seams,
those threads of emperor yellow
frayed where they shouldn’t have been.