My Travel Buddy
My buddy
travels with me
to Kenya, England, Italy,
wherever I go.
He hungrily eats up
tightly packed pants,
tops, toiletries,
socks, unmentionables.
He gleefully rolls along
airport hallways,
though he suffers indignities
from baggage handlers.
At home, he undergoes surgery,
as I extract stuff out of his belly.
And then he waits impatiently
in my closet till next trip.
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