Maybe it’s a small box
heavier than you’d think.
It’s made of something
you don’t know what it is
but it could be wood
from a country you visited
as a teenager, wood
dark and rough.
If you were Pandora
what would be in it?
You’re not a teenager
anymore; your grief is actual
now and piled high
with hospitals and funerals,
it is global and physical and
all real, all real and in the world.
What more could there be
in that box?
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