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A BOX FACTORY

(w/ in)

 

 

my cousin

worked at

a box factory

 

folding time

 

b/w vodka

& the bad sadness

he turned

 

thirty or forty 

 

a life 

in prison

for what

 

someone’s son

 

murder

a murderer

they said

 

what is a kid

 

what number

is it



 

(w/ out)

 

 

I moved

to Portland

when I was 26

 

the river there

cut the city

in two sides

 

like an animal

flowing north

the Willamette

 

winds up w/

the Columbia

which heads

 

to Astoria

& from there

into the Pacific

 

I couldn’t believe it

this world

I said





(w/ out & w/ in)

 

 

I once built a box

a shipping crate

for a highly delicate

& intricately tooled

piece of machinery

 

it was headed

for Houston

or maybe Manassas

& eventually

into outer space

 

I was ashamed

my carpentry

was wicked

gross angles

no sense of scale

 

inside that box

the telescope

component was

a weird child

in a large coffin

 

after that

they never asked me

to build anything again





Posted 11/08/13
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