Odd,
I don’t remember packing lead. Forget
passing inspection. Pins and needles
in here. Razor blades. Blood
not allowed, you know. Sweat
and tears pretty volatile. Mine dried
up, tell the--. . .Ow! Feels like my arms are out
of their sockets. Heart's knocking,
legs jelly. Don’t know how
long I can carry all this. Part of the problem.
is age. Older than the wheel,
best to unpack and toss out things
don't fit. Especially those didn’t
to start. Why does old stuff cling so? Bad
choice acts like Velcro. Like trying
to convince cellophane to let go
or shed those freakin' peanuts spray
over hell-and-gone every time you open.
I hoard. I confess. Take far too good care
of the things that are in my way. (Always
were?). Mend and re-mend ripped seams
and holes.. So much beyond repair.
Ought to know. Isn’t about shirts,
isn’t about pants. Socks, underwear, cheap-
ass laptop. Each of these bags has a top-
secret
compartment. In it is crammed
everything from baby shoes to
to funeral veils. Bottles clank, and unkept
promises. Shoes whose soles flapped,
shoes that entered the wrong doors. Blouse
with rhinestones on the yoke got stood up
by another bad news cradle-robber Guess Who took up
with. Ghosts and goblins whisper and shout
mistaaaaaakes. Made too many mistaaaaakes. I
should be ashamed. Do the world a favor
and bow out. I am. Satisfied?
Tho some are not my bads, okay?
I was 12, I was 13, I was 19, I hit 40. Enough
self-blame already, get out of my s...tuff. Go
weigh down some other poor sod.
God. What will they do to me if they discover
these false bottoms? Can’t run in heels.
Run-down heels from the past.
Know what? This carry-on’s enough.
Ma’m? Sir? Have a bag. Really. Empty,
may catch on at E-Bay. Me? I am off.
Somewhere only loved ones can find. (Just follow
the bouncing heart.) Got me a toothbrush,
got me a book, got me a pack of spearmint.
Enough cash to get by. End up on the street,
won’t have to push a cart, will I. Security
will be a breeze
. . .almost fly myself. . .
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, November 26, 2006
I hate those popcorn thingys too!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
blessin's
cynth'ya
Peace. Joyce
Regis
Best wishes
Fee
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)