I live in a suitcase

because unpacking implies comfort.
dust settles on a mantle, certain it’s home,
shaken and bewildered by the subsequent wipe-away
after weeks days hours.

being swept off one’s feet
is not always
an accomplishment.

trees are grounded
by unforgiving roots
that sought the demise of their own kind
in order to grow.

if things change, I’ll unpack one shirt
a week.
maybe two.

Andrea Jefferson is an alumna of the Mississippi School of the Arts and attends South Louisiana Community College. In her spare time, she draws and uploads content to her blog Honey: A Mixtape.

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