Baggage
I have written a thousand poems
to the emptinesses I’ve left
behind, simple as sockrolls
tucked in haversack flap pockets, compact
as a roll of quarters tumbling
in an unfilled suitcase. I would no more
read them to you than I would answer
the ads on back pages of
the foreign city hotel foyer newspapers I read
alone in pallid, impersonal rooms.
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Thank you!
This is interesting in that it brings something up about writing — how it is situated in the past and can situate us in the past. And it can get left behind as we live in the present, or look toward the future.
Yeah, I don’t know where this one came from, quite honestly. Maybe it was a prompt or something. I’m not exactly a traveler – at least not in the physical sense.