2 AM

[steph_annie2000]

I want to make a box out of old hopes,
like scraps of paper
ripped, pulped, and remolded
for papier-maché.
I want to make a box
and live there.

I want it to be perfect,
like six and twenty-eight;
sound, even, sensical--
at least mathematically--
but ugly.

I want it to be ugly,
unabashedly ugly,
inside and out.

I want to make a box out of old ugly hopes
and live there.