bags

they're under my eyes  
and shoved into the corners of my childhood room  
where I've set up temporary shop.  
I had a car full of them  
rocking down I10,  
thought I might bust the bridge.  
 
I don't want any more  
things,  
especially as Erykah Badu  
sings and soothes me,  
saying
let go, bag lady;  
it is exhausting  
to hold on.  
 
All you need to hold onto  
is you, she says,  
which is why,  
I guess,  
no matter how tired I get
I know I picked the right reasons  
to stay up too late.  
 
I mean,  
I'm on my way -
 
trying to let go of every thing  
but my life,
failing, and working, and learning  
to pack light.