WE ALL LIVE IN BOXES by Elizabeth Wylder
Some are substantial, sturdy, and others are filled with breath. Mine is slight and whitewashed, walls creeping inward in your wake, despite my attempts to expand—to blast out my shower tiles, crack the spout, tear up my carpet tack by tack, and rid this small space of your footprint.
Elizabeth Wylder’s poetry, fiction, and audio have appeared in various literary journals including 2River View, SLAB, and California Quarterly. She is the editor of Pure Francis (www.purefrancis.org) and an instructor at Triton and Malcolm X Colleges. When she grows up, she wants to play in the NBA.
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