two new suitcases


He will want–a sweater for the evening–
milking the cows, feeding the cats
the morning–eggs and toast
the routine breaking apart

She lived in———-
THIS IS A JAIL–I want to—
freedom of movement

It is a grazy day–
on the coast, the clouds condense
red sliding, white shudders

He was there for so long,
then gone—
the soft-sided bags expand, take on new forms
wandering in the forest, alone


Open on the bed–collecting cast-aways
searching the familiar–
his name always on the surface,
the air, motionless, afraid.

Your children becom– strangers
that night, twenty years ago, when he———
keys falling from hands
blank stare

You are going inward, inhabiting—-
this body, never comforted
you live——–?
the sight brings joy, immediate
coming from far away

this place, unfamiliar


One thought on “two new suitcases

  1. Oh — you’ve got a lot posted here that I hadn’t seen! Hooray for lots of yummy Cathafras poems!I love the suitcase series. Maybe I will make a suitcase picture for you! (I’ve got to find where the new paints i got for christmas ended up, anyway!)

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