If The Moon Wrote An Ode To Your Luggage:
…this is an ode to your luggage.
and the way you consistently stuff it.
with pressed shirts and trousers. and minty
foot powder. and all a world traveler might need
for the shower.
you skip all the extras. yet step out
in style. as you glide through the skies
on your platinum miles.
you’ll never pay fees. or stand
in a queue. because all that you need’s carried
on with you. and it slides so discreetly. right under
the seat-y. holding costumes, stilettos and
always there at your heels,
wherever you tug it. until
into the overhead bin you tuck it: