The Yellow Suitcase

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)><em>You wounded me. The wounds grew wings </em></strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)>so opens </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)><em>The Yellow Suitcase</em></strong><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)> lines</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)> that grab you and won't let go. Poems land like a palm on the chest tender fierce true. If lyric that aches and heals speaks to you someone who loves a gut-punched poem </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)>poems that actually do something: <em>name pain map it and offer a way forward?</em> </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)>Half-caste tidewrack salvors angels </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)>the people in these poems won't let you look away.</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)> Thunder in the veins a barn a suitcase set down</span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(65 65 65 1)> these poems happen with the force of weather<em> perfect for late-night reading and storm playlists.</em></strong></p>