Box

I'm going to get a box
big enough for all of it
Tales of the Thunderbolt Kid
and your copy of The Homecoming
with all the notes in the margins
(I nearly licked those words
off the edges of the book)
a collection of short stories
I never finished reading
I tried to love everything
you wanted me to like
like the album by Stars
with that song, "Ageless Beauty"
(I tried to know you in it
understand why you loved it)
Then I'll pack that t-shirt
soft grey, one of many
you probably never missed it
I'll fold it so it fits
next to all your other things
I won't leave a note
I'll just seal it up tight and
write your name outside
I'll drive it to the post office
and pay the postage myself
Then the box will go and
your books with your words
the damp smell of your apartment
(I'd stretch the pages to taste you)
It will all go and if I'm brave
there won't be a return address
 
5-22-13