Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Girl in a Suitcase


I lie here, working out
What I should pack
Into the suitcase under the bed.
Thinking about

How quickly I could get away,

If it all became too much,

Escape imperative.

Only the things I really need,
Or can't live without.

Will the Panda fit in?

It has a zip around the top.

It's small.

It can't hold everything.

What do I have of value, anyway?
I can't take the piano.

I don't have any photos.

My guitar has its own case.

Not much to show for my life,

Too many memories,

Not enough clothes.

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