“I fall out the door on my way to you with the passionate suitcase that I’ve carried so long flapping its one broken arm in the breeze. It spills all the words in the street like coins. The words for desire and regret. I fall out the door on my way to you. The night slams shut. I don’t look back.”
– Cecilia Woloch, from ‘The Passionate Suitcase’
(Late, BOA Editions, 2003)
Wow. What a thing to do. And what a way to say it!
It’s magical, isn’t it? It’s the third and final paragraph of ‘The Passionate Suitcase’.
Happy Birthday, Rethabile!
Kea leboha.
Amazing. I have to read the rest!