Packing
Such an intimate thing
Trying to confine the necessities
To a 9 x 14 x 22 in. suitcase
Filling 3 mL bottles to the brim
Just to throw all the contents
Askew in the room
The second the wheels
Roll past the door
Time well spent, just living
Until it's time to fold the sun-bleached linen:
Packing (cont.)
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Author:
maydanae (
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