dressed in white, pleated,
blooming brazen curtain
flailing in the sun
trespassing the doorway
waving to the alley
out the balcony
hailing surrender, see
The things I open:
drawers, closets, cupboards,
books- their covers, no
their emptiness now clutter
is the box-within-the-box
an apartment.
Cut into the wall window
Wrapping paper: one of those gifts
A certificate taped to the bottom
A giant cube of foam
Open all such packaging ,
invite everything
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