Exile

Rosemary Sullivan
From:   Blue Panic. Black Moss Press, 1991, p 48

One day a life stopped.
Was that It?
Shelved? Suspended on a hook?

A man packed a country
in a suitcase with his shoes
and left.

Travelling
the spaces in between—
the not-here   the not-there:

what you had been
now sealed
in someone else's story.

The dead end
with no return ticket

except in your head
so that nowhere
was quite real

and the sentence for life:
to look back.

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