4/17/11

Last Room on the Left
By Brandon Harris


Women are so intricate, with their purses and wristlets. They carry their lives on their shoulders, lip gloss, gum-- you know the essentials. Every now and then you can stick your hand in and grab an EpiPen or tampon. A woman’s purse is no place for a man’s hand. So much shit packed in such a small space, pens, loose change and whoops her wedding ring! She’s married, she never told me so I don’t know. Hope her husband doesn’t go through her purse looking for a piece of gum. Now I feel like a tangible item, being used by an unsatisfied, I’m guessing, housewife. It could be worse. One day she’ll tell me she’s married, I’ll act like my feelings are hurt, but until then we’ll continue to do what we do in the last room on the left.


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My name is Brandon Harris, a Creative Writing student at Concordia University St. Paul.