An Open Box
Whatever was inside, gone.
A label addressed to me
with a return address to me.
Small, brown worries
concealed in white tissue,
smelling of smoke,
and a past at tongue's tip.
Does it get any better?
I keep hoping like the man
who sawed his arm off to live.
An Open Box
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Re: An Open Box
Yes. The last line. Powerful short poem