Vacation
I pack a shirt.
And pants.
And toothbrush.
Did I pack a shirt?
Should pack another and another?
A pillow, for sure.
I’m sleeping on the couch.
So maybe a foam roller for aches.
Food? Drinks?
I don’t know anymore!
Should I pack a swim suit?
A folding chair?
A bowling ball?
My sister almost leaves me behind.
I tried to bring the world with me.
Except, except, except…
The things I always forget no matter how hard I try.
But driving through the country side.
Passing fields and lakes.
Pointing out billboards, and laughing.
I feel like I could go anywhere.
Without packing anything at all.
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