new suitcase poems

11. Keys lost [—-] ago–edges fray, you mend summer of building— how it all comes a — partthat parting finality it echoed silentcold——- Nothing in the right placewalls patterned wildlyshe—-once blonde It—all—lost—here we pack essence,this entering 12. I will draw the case aroundtake you to meet mother—father nodding approval Your name resonnates blanknessa blank look…