to remember in airplane-shaped windows
and a sliding latch to close
if what I am leaving behind is too bright.

what if you do not fit in my suitcase?

to wrap the important things in favorite knits
and the pressure of my hands
tuck, arrange, pat.

what if oxygen runs out before we get there?

if turbulence hits all I will think is
how seatbelts cannot compare
to the safety of your collarbones.


Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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