new suitcase poems

11.

Keys lost [—-] ago–
edges fray, you mend

summer of building—

how it all comes
a — part
that parting finality

it echoed silent
cold——-

Nothing in the right place
walls patterned wildly
she—-once blonde

It—all—lost—here

we pack essence,
this entering

12.

I will draw the case around
take you to meet mother—
father nodding approval

Your name resonnates blankness
a blank look forward
hand cups neck
the fragile bones

blink—-stutter—-sigh
ssssssssoooooo heerre weee aarre

stain of pine
foot print pressed

no songs tonight—
nothing to take along—

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