We called the pellucid tank in which
we kept the man o’ war the
box o’ war.
We called the creeping moss
growing splendidly
along the deck
(despite there being upon the boards
no soil from which to grow)
the moss of life, we
called it. The box of life sits
in the closet gently sitting |
in the pitch-dark
closet. We hung up lights,
we paid the bills,
we drove
our neighbors into early
graves. We borrowed
body-parts and fed
them to our two boxes | the
man o’war got first
dibs and then
we satiated the box of life,
as well.
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Z.H. Gill works at a vanity label in West Hollywood, CA.