you'd imagine one could get better with practice,
but no,
not me.
each time as if never done before, no idea what clothes to bring
for what temperature, clothes I don't even like make it into my
suitcase somehow, no sign of my hearing aid
or toothpaste, bifocals, what book would I
want to read, each decision paralyzing
in its ridiculousness.
I'd pay someone to do this,
I scurry to water the plants
as if they had never been neglected
before, as I am leaving
for eternity...
its just the
weekend
for god's sake.
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