when she flew
in, riding the jump seat,
her suitcase
for the weekend,
rolled behind her,
fifty pounds, at least.
how could
lingerie
and heels weigh so much.
you could barely
get it in or out of the trunk.
what's in here,
you asked,
what's making it so
heavy.
just my stuff, she said.
my things.
all the things you like.
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