50 lbs or less
Toothbrush. Pajamas. Chargers
for phone and computer. Check.
Check. Check and check. Ah! Hairbrush!
How helpful of the airlines to declare
our essentials weighed 50lbs or less–
so now I can decide that it’s these cowboy boots,
and these cowboy boots but not those cowboy boots,
my knitting project, only three books on the history of photography–
this suitcase has roller wheels and expanding pockets–nail polish
tucked inside my socks, three pairs
of jeans, 4 black t-shirts because they go
with everything. My curling iron,
my straightening iron, my travel iron,
a pair of running shoes, which means
running clothes and running socks which means
my water bottle which means
I have to drink it all before security–what am I forgetting?
my contacts and solution, face cream–my god
how did the bathroom become this sargasso of flammable liquids and gels?
Can I even get this zipped? –Alarm clock crammed inside your sneaker
and you are done.
All that’s left is the drive to the airport, those last moments when
you ride through your city of origin in a kind of relief,
if you’ve forgotten something,
it’s too late to do anything about it–here it is, the moment you let go
of everything behind you and put your heart forward,
confident in the knowledge
no matter what you’re facing
you have eight pairs of underwear
you can wash and beat on a rock ‘til the end of days.
Dec. 2, 2013