About me: I go away on holiday
And Emotionally all the shit I carry with me always with me always weighing down so inconveniently
Is left behind, like the water bottles they ban on the way to planes.
Firm-voiced and uniformed guidance of
Leave your hazards here, go forth asunder under the protective arm of
Close your passport on your worries.
If we’re allowed only
7kg of emotional, social, hyperthetical, election-presidential
How much lighter all our heads would be how much lighter all those planes would be how much better it would be
To hang out in the sky indefinitely
And never claim back our baggage.