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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