Box
when it rained
I’d stick my hand
out the window
for there was no pane
when I walked around
I walked through walls
for there were only beams
when I looked up
I could see the clouds
for there was no lid
when I’d go to leave
I’d just walk on through
for there was no door
no lock to turn
when I returned
glass was glued to the frames
sheetrock divided space
shingles covered clouds
and when I left
I closed the door
and locked it
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