a suitcase burston the bulkhead, its contents confetti –papers, papersgift receipts, train ticketsa sympathy card slicedaway and cuta child’s cheek,a bloom of perfumerolls in like mustard gas,the Chanel shatteredin a potent poolof splintered twinkling slithers –I watched him cut himselfin an attempt to save it – and the heavy stuff, a favouritefreshly ironed shirt at … Continue reading suitcase confetti