You’re not my baggage
My future
fits in your meshed pocket
next to his nice slacks and Stephen King book
And we haven’t touched
but you wear my hoarse goodbyes
and hellos differently
than the airport chaos
against your ballistic nylon finest
You’re not my baggage
My congruity
is where you find me
on the conveyer belt in our bedroom
And we haven’t unpacked it
but your retractable handle
extends to alert me
that our glowing hour is here
as Jean Paul Richter would say
You’re not my baggage
My trust
finds its shape zipped up in you
when he lifts you up out of his trunk
And I don’t greet you
but it’s because you held me
all throughout your trip
until you open and you spill out and
You're not my baggage
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A. Lenae
I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.
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"My congruity is where you find me on the conveyer belt in our bedroom And we haven’t unpacked it but your retractable handle extends to alert me that our glowing hour is here" I feel like this is a case of unreliable narrator, and that is why I'm getting the sense of someone speaking with both love/hope and disdain. The pilot's wife...yeah, wow. I'm totally seeing a heartbreak here. 'Conveyer belt in our bedroom' -- that could refer to him cheating...or it could refer to him being incongruous (ie, leaving a lot) and her remaining constant. But that also implies he's NOT constant. Yet, "glowing hour" implies that she just misses him when he's gone and when they're together, it's magic, and they both look forward to it. So, perhaps she just has some doubts about fidelity ("you're not my baggage," meant literally, he's not the things you THINK he's done). Such depth here! Incredible poem. Like LC, I am startled this didn't place. Masterful writing.
What a smashing idea! Can't believe this didn't place 😮
I love the duality of this! The idea that you're speaking with this man that he's not your problem and neither is literal baggage! Very clever!
Oh wow, that was so profound! Such an amazing ode!
Wow! That was pretty deep. Well done!