First, get rid
The bed you shared
with your now ex-spouse.
The pressboard DIY bookshelves
that have survived seven moves
and long term outdoor storage.
Your grandmother's piano.
The coffee table you and your friends
glued naked women to, cut
from nudie magazines.
You can only take two suitcases.
All Furniture Must Go.
Then the books. Oh, You,
librarian's daughter, don't let
me hear it.
But you can't keep more
than five boxes, alright?
OKAY FINE, ex-chef,
and five boxes of kitchen stuff,
but those clothes? C'mon. After you try,
unsuccessfully to make a buck
two separate consignment shops,
stop by the thrift store and let it all go
free. Now it's time to pack
two suitcases, neither of which
may outweigh fifty pounds.
Shoes. At a lady's size twelve,
Taiwan will not help you. Clothes.
At five foot eleven inches, you'll be shit
out of luck over there. Only books
on writing poetry, teaching English,
or learning Mandarin. No more than twelve.
Okay, thirteen. The bear you've slept with
since you were two weeks old. Your
fifth international journey will be
his first. Make it gentle. Your e-book
will hold a library as well. The camera
is necessary, as is the vibrator and the anti-
depressants. Take one thing you know
you will leave behind. Take one thing
that reminds you of home. Take
to the airport and take inventory
of everything you're leaving behind.