Suitcase the First
A toothbrush, each bristle a hair of Methuselah’s beard.
Shaving cream, brown as heroin.
Four serrated teeth of a Great White.
Liberation Through Hearing During the Intermediate State, for the train.
My two corneas.
Socks.
Inhibitions, for exhibitions.
Wooden beams.
The curdled milk of Cleopatra; suncream.
Frederick the First's love of Equus.
Carrion, as currency.
The puzzlement of a parentless toddler at a closed supermarket.
Board games.
A comb in the shape of a Claudius smile.
A towel for sunbathing in Golgotha.
Suitcase the Second
A toothbrush, each bristle the laughter of antediluvians.
The bovine frustration and hedonistic inclination of tourists.
The sandals of pilgrims.
The screams of a Burundi transit centre.
The whispers of Stalinist Russia, for my hair.
People in glass houses.
Water wings, one for each concentric circle.
National debt.
Bill Buckley's unfinished cryptic crosswords.
Carry-on
A round of drinks.
A round of telling everyone what I think.
A round of applause.
A roundabout way of trying to reclaim what's damaged or lost.
A toothbrush, each bristle a hair of Methuselah’s beard.
Shaving cream, brown as heroin.
Four serrated teeth of a Great White.
Liberation Through Hearing During the Intermediate State, for the train.
My two corneas.
Socks.
Inhibitions, for exhibitions.
Wooden beams.
The curdled milk of Cleopatra; suncream.
Frederick the First's love of Equus.
Carrion, as currency.
The puzzlement of a parentless toddler at a closed supermarket.
Board games.
A comb in the shape of a Claudius smile.
A towel for sunbathing in Golgotha.
Suitcase the Second
A toothbrush, each bristle the laughter of antediluvians.
The bovine frustration and hedonistic inclination of tourists.
The sandals of pilgrims.
The screams of a Burundi transit centre.
The whispers of Stalinist Russia, for my hair.
People in glass houses.
Water wings, one for each concentric circle.
National debt.
Bill Buckley's unfinished cryptic crosswords.
Carry-on
A round of drinks.
A round of telling everyone what I think.
A round of applause.
A roundabout way of trying to reclaim what's damaged or lost.