packing my LAX

Submission sealed up in a 6.5 inch sandwich bag:
fluids no more than 3.3 oz, on a scale not even our own but
metric,
a purification of this magnitude better start anew
if already degrees are seeping out.
The toiletries I deemed essential enough to slide pornographically into plastic,
stretched tight at the corners and bulging across the curves and indents of lids?
Faggotry for those who shower over sinks:
45 gram pot of honey-based moisturizer, Odeur 71
seaweed facewash and a packet of silicone lube
Neutrogena hand cream.

otherwise, Specters of Marx fibrous enough to form the spine of my knapsack,
its stomach soft with sweaters that look tiny off my body, t-shirts I'll sweat through and my hot pink sweater,
my boyfriend's hands too solid too.