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Luggage.

Updated: Mar 11

I am an oversized carry-on.

Battling to fit in the overhead compartment.

To cut out something from my carry-on,

would just transfer it to my checked luggage-

no longer in sight but still a misfortune.

And I wouldn't close properly because there would be no zipper.

I am being crammed into the small overhead compartment,

twisting and shoving, turning with no luck.

The passengers are statues- staring with no emotion.

Looking in different directions, inconvenienced by me

struggling to fit in a 9 x 14 x 22 space.


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