box of secrets
11/30/2010 10:39 p.m.
a little box with a tiny
lock and key
trembles excitedly
with all the things it
struggles to contain

inside of it
little slips of paper
with lists, lies, and confessions, like:

when i first noticed
your stubble, how soft it must be
your lips, how they pucker
your hair, escaping from every opening
around the edges of your hat

i am trapped
in your foggy glasses
your coat that smells like
cigarettes, your smile
sweet and earnest
you are every man i've learned
i should not love

but as long as i can fit
these minute desires
in my tiny box
my secrets are safe