her suitcase
weighs a thousand pounds.
you can barely get it into
the trunk of your car
as you pick her up
at the airport.
what's in here, you ask,
grunting as you swing it
onto the bumper,
then slide it in.
just some shoes,
and pants, she says,
a skirt, a blouse,
makeup, some books,
a photo album or two,
my pillow and some papers
I need to grade.
oh and my pills, my pajamas,
a camera, my wedding
dress, and a book on world
cruises for when we take
our honeymoon.
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