Beyond the Box

Delving into your persona
I danced on tips of grass
that tickled my feet
until my heart laughed

long before your hissy fits
rendered me into a small black box

I poked a hole with my tongue 
one lick at a time until I could 
crawl out then turn the box
upside down, just

enough to have you believe
I was still inside

ajs

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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