Published in Art With Words Quarterly Poetry Journal 2nd Quarter, 2007
Published online in MSPS Poetry Chapter, 37 Cents September, 2009
Small boxes, tall boxes, flat boxes, fat boxes, boxes of any shape or size, they're obsessed with boxes. They climb inside plastic bags, in suitcases when we're packing, into drawers if left open, in closets and behind doors. But mainly, in boxes. We don't dare leave a box sitting around, unattended; they hop right in as if to say "OK, this is mine." What is it, with cats? They're such box freaks.
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