Boxes

I.
This way up, 
a life scissored -
leaving home, divorce, whatever.
Air courier? A con’s descension.
Bubble wrapped
‘though slightly bent…

Return to unknown sender.

II.
House upon house — 
social development.
Little boxes of desperation.
Bills go in, 
no one comes out,
Time bombs in domestication.

Parceled tragedies for later.

III.
Mahogany, oak
or cheaper pine -
the last, an arsonist’s fetish;
a warm goodbye.
A carton, unattended,
a dismembered dream.
A life lived to the seams.

‘Lids sealed with a lover’s kiss.

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