Thursday, December 22, 2011

The White Box Carries It All

The white box is exploding.
     Also it's stuck under the bed.
     My life is in that box.
Hundreds of journals
    Striped, blue, tattered edges
    Imposing to tired eyes.
I can flip through the pages,
    Climb back into the mind of age fifteen.
    Consumed with vanity.
Enraged by controlling parents
    Boring bullshit boyfriend lonely weekends
    Nervousness unnamed.

1 comment:

  1. the mystique of life exposed and confined to journal entries and past lives...