Ignition

Poetry Prose

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There is a box in my closet that I may never unpack and for a brief time,
there was a label but it's since worn off and I've never bothered to replace it.

I have had other labels but the dust has prevented anything from sticking.

The box used to hold everything that defined me and now it holds everything — everything that threatens to demolish the…