Sport 43: 2015
Your many-winged laundry rack
resembles a pale, anorexic albatross
doubled over, exhausted,
in the open boot of the car, resting
on the dark green sea of your nylon suitcase,
cresting waves of
tied up plastic shopping bags packed tight
with folded sheets and pillowslips,
extra blankets because
those hostel rooms get cold.
You say come on, it’s time to go and
I snap a quick photo, a beauty: you
on the driveway, pulling out
your circus strongman poses.