Monday, March 31, 2025

poem

 Check Out Time

We wheeled our luggage to the hotel pool

After checkout like small coffins

Reminding everyone we all 

Have something to get back to.

Pale recent arrivals stared and tsked 

But we didn’t care, we had every right,

Our plane didn’t leave until later. 

We ordered drinks and read our books 

But got so hot sitting in the sun

We curled up inside our suitcases

Next to our still damp swimsuits.

Someone called the concierge for a porter 

Who carried us away

And buried us in the trunk of the airport shuttle.


3/31/25

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