when was the last time you ate a piece of candy from your mama's purse? and i tasted cosmetics and leather and lipstick and the kleenex she would save for my runny noses on the bus. even though the candy was lemon, i would taste spearamint...double mint if you know it by name. and even the faint taste of money was sweet like the candy she bought you.
when was the last time you blew your nose with a kleenex from your mama's purse? i could smell the leather and lining that's been worn down by so many compacts and lost powders. the smell of the gum would tingle in my nose like a mild vicks and old saved modest money would tickle my nose to sneeze again.
when was the last time you split the last piece of gum with your mama? she kept it in the small pocket of her purse and it had been beaten and bruised from key metal. it has the aged taste of carbon from receipts and a deep crayon aftertaste from her eye pencils. and it would wouldn't break in your mouth but soften, the same way your mama would when you asked her for candy before dinner.