I’m Someone’s
I’m someone’s baggage.
Broken zipper.
She took her notebook and I took my journal.
That’s loneliness.
She broke all the stepping stones that got me to the next motionless swamp.
I thought I had somewhere to cry like raining jellybeans.
I’m many people’s baggage.
Sinks down like mango chunks of myself.
My body is poisonous as old pencil shavings.
Almost as irritating.
My therapist left me a few weeks ago.
She said I took the last candy in her candy jar.
Ruined it for her next client.
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