traveling through my purse

I search my purse for money or credit cards. Discovering four brochures from September Receipts from the veterinarian clinic with dog tags Twelve poem ideas jotted on a red napkin A used toothpick with gum at the end of it Four pens that do not write One pen that writes which I can usually never find in this purse A blue dog collar Battered melted peanut butter cup Sticky roll that has escaped a baggie House key I do not remember having Grandchild’s pink and yellow headband Shot glass, but why? I do not drink. Two outdated postage stamps The popped pieces of an orange balloon Should I clean this fiasco? No. I just found my credit cards.