Jonathan's Ode to Compression Bags

today is the day.

the day that i join the trip.

the trip of scandal

and navia.

but before i go,

i must pack.

pack a bag,

a bag of carry on.

the new bag

the bag of carry on

i ordered online.

it was a bag of blue.

the bag arrived.

it was not a bag of blue.

it was a bag of neon bright blue.

what to do?

do i take a bag of such blue?

might it be too much?

too much gay?

belton say it easy to spot.

she is so smart.

she is in school.

practically a doctor.

and so i decide,

decide to take the bag,

the bag of blue.

the bag of homoshame.

but i only want to take one bag.

a bag of carry on.

so much to squeeze.

so much to fit.

so much to do

in the bag.

the bag of blue.

and so i make a discovery.

the discovery of compression bags.

plastic bags of magic.

with ziplocks on top.

and vents on the bottom.

three bags of compression are packed.

compress so much.

compress happiness.

compress 

7 pairs of socks

7 pairs of underpants

7 shirts

4 undershirts

3 dress shirts

2 sweaters

1 pair of shorts

1 sweatshirt

1 thermal shirt

1 windbreaker

into the bag of blue they go.

so easy

so effortless

the compression bags of magic

time for airport

airport of LAX

airport full of TSA agents

agents of rules

STOP!

the lady says

the lady of TSA.

"that bag must fit.

fit into the metal box.

the metal box of size."

"woman!" I say.

"i used compression bags.

compression bags of magic.

compression bags of happiness."

BOOM.

in goes the bag,

the bag of blue,

into the metal box.

the metal box of death.

and so now,

now i sit.

across from the bag,

the bag of blue.

waiting for my plane.

to take me and

my compression bags away.

away to the land.

the land of fin.

FIN.