A lady with shoulder length split ends
highlights tide line two inches old
and sticky mascara matching her too-red lipstick
reaches into her
dirty white leather bag
to pay.

she's brought an Oil of Olay anti-wrinkle cream
(but she's got enough makeup on killing the winkles anyway)

a big tub of fat-free "shape" yoghurt
(promising her a slimmer figure)

a bunch of ripe banana's
(and some Evian)

I wonder if she's trying to put her life back together
or
if she's just trying
to keep it
from falling
apart.