suitcase series, continued

This does not fit—–

background looming

“Don’t tell me WHERE

now, staring—–
blank star—-
blue so vibrant

hand on hip, hand on hand
a bellow or a sigh

now a glass bridge
peeking through to the floor

arms, only arms
his face ragged, unshaven

cramming it into—–
are we home?

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