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Packing Purse

Lipstick

Mascara

Winged eyeliner

Nails polished

To detect a spiked drink


A modest shirt

A fun jacket

Earrings

Hair scrunchie on the wrist

That transforms into a drink cover


Minty-fresh-breath gum

Tampons and pads

Panadol and Nurofen

Generosity between all who have the

same

Unwanted monthly subscription


Wallet

Keys

Phone

GPS on

Location shared


A Percy Jackson-esque pen

A hairpin that’s more pin than hair

Pepper spray

Rings that double

as knuckle dusters


An attitude of Kevlar

A waterfall spirit

Their calls will bounce off

Wash over me

I cross the street anyway


So many things to pack

Of course I have to take a bag

There’s no way it will all fit

In the sewed-up pockets

Of my pants




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