part 4: little blue box

her too small hand
in a too large yellow glove
she scoops it up
while I look away
and then we (she) improvise(s)
there is the little blue box


I cannot look
but I do

I cannot see
but I do

I cannot hold (the box)
but I do


the bag crinkles
the blue box
is light
- unbearably so

hailstorm outside
my heart feels
right at home

I place the little
(unbearably light)
blue box
in the back seat


I cannot look
but I do

I cannot see
but I do

I cannot hold (my tears)
but I do


The box nestles in
a corner
without a peep
without a crinkle

I need Michael Stipe
his blue tattoo
just right for

the (our (my))
little blue box


It spends half an hour
in my right pocket
with my hand around it
then
I hand it over


I can look
but I don't

I can see
but I don't

I can feel
but I don't