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