If I live in a box
that somebody else built,
is it his box or is it my box?
If somebody else
lives in a box I built,
is it my box or is it his box?
And what is a box
but another set of limits?
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Lox
The ox swallowed a bee and became a box. Stubborn, trapped, a lot of china got broken. What was inside fell out. Those beady eyeballs bounced across the linoleum. Tusks became toxic. The cook put lentils on to boil while a giant wrecking ball took the roof off. Everybody gathered around the open-air picnic table, ate oxtail, and discussed religion, waiting for the sky to fall. Without shelter, eventually it did.
[Disposable Prose January 12, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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