some

some

 

lingering doubt ...your job is to say something

they have tied you to a chair

 

they want to put you into  a suitcase

it is like

 

some motionless soul inside the suitcase

 

the train is barking and a dog and

there are

summer trees whispering but you feel nothing

some

one has opened a grave

 

eyes pass you  on the street they

do not know that you are locked in

a suitcase

 

you fear the sidewalk, wind, open doors...you are

running from

 

some hard evidence...

something

about you is running now faster, faster, spittle emptying inside your mouth

you finally have lost your heart

 

you hurry to get home where

nothing is said, dinner

is cold

a small child looks at you

 

 

 

and that is all