My Box

in terms of
design one
box is colored
orange

the one you wanted
always is and
sits in the bathroom
of anyone's
house cause
that's what
she wants 
it's choosing
that wakes things
up

I wondered how
long all
that I needed and encountered
here
would come like a wave
not the shake
but the after
effects

and this box
did say
there was a way
to see this
thing
a-
lone

July called
it calculus
what is
comes in boxes
what is not
comes in waves
the dots
between

mountains
surround us
and I say
they are more
marvelous than
the sea

way overhead

I like flying over
them too
thinking
that is home
these crazy bumps
when we drive
into them
tomorrow
it won't be bam
it means up
swirling on the
edge of a
cup and if you
don't watch
me like a
hawk I won't
be scared
I want to be
loved like
a sunbeam
that is
it comes
across the room
or the ocean
you know the
way I drive
I want to lift
your fear
like a bonnet
and kiss
your living
face. Here
this is
mine. Don't
misunderstand
me.

poem appears in Lavender issue of Phatitude