ode to a suitcase (you know who you are)

I look at you, open
empty

a storybook in reverse.

You are a gateway, a portal,
a wardrobe hallway to
another
world.

I long to know the places you'll come across,
the pathways you'll roll across
or where you'll be heaved across

the back of my

(new, strong)

mate.

O, give me your plans,
suitcase of mine!

(To know that I need you is
not nearly
enough.)

O, give me your baggage claim tickets
and your passport stamps of approval!

My mouth waters and my countdown continues and

You

Remain

Mute.


*sigh*