LET'S SAY YOU STUFF YOUR MOTHER INTO A SUITCASE WHAT DO YOU GET THEN? Poem by Gro Dahle

Hand luggage
you have to struggle with up the stairs
into the streets
across the squares
through the cities

Perhaps you want to leave your suitcase
forget it at the airport
store it in a locker
As if you really would do it
As if it would be enough
Take a bus or run
Change name
Change address
As if that would help
Your mother is there
Your mother sees you
You thought you left her behind
with the suitcase
but she is still there
half hidden
between your eyebrows