by Sean Powers
August 14, 2003
There’s a box in my room.
This box is covered in dust.
Within the dusty layers of the box lie memories.
I have tried to forget these memories.
I tried to make them disappear.
Countless times I have tried.
To my advantage and disadvantage, these
The dust is as thick as snow.
I shiver when I look at the box.
My soul freezes over, and I run away
From it as fast as a fox.
Please destroy that box before I freeze again.
Please help me, for I need a friend.