There are boxes, they said, boxes for us all.
We fit in one.
You cannot change your box for then you're not you.
There ARE boxes, she said, boxes for us all
Boxes to climb out of.
Boxes to break.
Boxes to burn from the inside out or the outside in.
Boxes to unpack and crawl through or in too.
A box may be your home for a while.
Or it might not quite fit.
The boxes may feel like home or a cell or both.
A box may be taped shut or sliced open as the need arises.
A box in a box in a box it's true, but once you're out - you're you.
The box is not you nor are you the box.