We called the pellucid tank in which
we kept the man o\u2019 war the
box o\u2019 war. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We called the creeping moss
growing splendidly
along the deck<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(despite there being upon the boards
no soil from which to grow)
the moss of life, we<\/p>\n\n\n\n
called it. The box of life sits
in the closet gently sitting |
in the pitch-dark<\/p>\n\n\n\n
closet. We hung up lights,
we paid the bills,
we drove <\/p>\n\n\n\n
our neighbors into early
graves. We borrowed
body-parts and fed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
them to our two boxes | the
man o\u2019war got first
dibs and then<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we satiated the box of life,
as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
________<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Z.H. Gill works at a vanity label in West Hollywood, CA<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"