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box

by Kristina Woodhill

the box i mailed
a month ago
came back

i had to laugh

it lays here on the table
still plastered with
that label of
my smiling
pollyana
good
intentions

like a found child
lifted close
i hold the box tight
to my nose
i can't believe
this impulse
to unravel
its
retention

it's been around the world
and back
hand to hand to plane
to plane
to truck to dusty tracks

each time zone
a sci-fi machine-like
sucking at my soul

a postal
deep
black
hole

i dive in
like a hound dog
on the trail
of phantom fox
in search of
heaven's scent
i sift
each
atom's
inhalation

with eyes
closed
breathing deep
i search for whiffs
of dusty streets
or an oil drop
off a hand
scooping pilaf
juiced with lamb

like this box
taped closed
i'm bound to
this
connection

i can almost taste
the tea
i can almost taste
the tea

02/25/2008

Posted on 02/25/2008
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/26/08 at 04:46 AM

Awesome.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/26/08 at 07:39 AM

What a cool catalyst for a poem! Like bringing the world home in a box....excellent, very enjoyable read. Thanks.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/27/08 at 01:49 AM

What keen imagination and sense of connection. Wonderfully wrapped in its own box of poetic perfection.

Posted by Colleen Sperry on 02/03/09 at 03:55 AM

fabulous write

Posted by Laura Doom on 12/16/09 at 04:27 PM

box [gigglesnort] -- i sense a geometrically challenged metaphor in the rapping :>)
[humour my delusion :]

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