Clothes are scattered down the hall,
like a dressing room on Black Friday 
in 2016.
My bag remains unzipped
and my packing list lingers with gaping holes.
Fresh toiletries double bagged
with fear of explosions mid air
causing the destruction of my extra
5 outfits simply
because I was too indecisive
to remove any one of the identical
tank tops
for our 2 day excursion.
A ridiculous number of alarms
are toggled on—
I lay watching the clock
continue to grow in number
refreshing the constant stream
of items in my mind,
anxious I’ll forget to shove
them in the bulging baggage
in just a few short hours.