Contained

She chose Elfin – sturdy Swedish metal racks she lines with bins and baskets, a versatile, expanding system of containers to keep life organized.

She hand prints labels. Finances. Work. Car. She fills them. Stuff pours out. She needs more compartments to hold it all. Travel. Social. House. A place for everything, everything in its place.

Clean boundaries. Past. Present. Future. This takes more thought.
That last sweet image of him climbing into the blue suitcase, contain him too. Where does that go?

Mom’s crying, the steering wheel is cold, the linoleum is shiny, the woman behind the counter kind. Dad’s hurting us. Some things take up too many compartments.

Love. Still empty.