Here I am again,

Suitcase force fed and fat. 

She does not catch a break. 

 

Each year, 

like a celebration,

I am ready to leave again. 

It jolts me awake each time,

As I pluck the old keys

From my ring.

 

I am an expert at moving,

Regrettably so.

I have grown accustomed to it:

My suitcase is never empty.

It makes it much easier

When the job has already been started. 

 

Through plane, train, car,

She has never left me alone,

She is the only thing I can honestly call home. 

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If only I could crawl

And zip myself into her darkness. 

Her shell will cradle me 

And my body will be found, 

Asleep,

As we pass through airport security.