I
can’t be torn like this pulled between the love of my life and a high
and mighty father he does things he shouldn’t his rulership is final I’m moving out in the box go pictures I’ve drawn a few notes Jack sent very few actually as he’s dyslexic letters from my first boyfriend, Bill who moved to
Alaska letters
from Kiko Matsuaka and Dorolthy Foo, Asian pen pals a stack from Mike Ralf, my brother’s Marine
buddy we’ve written each other for two years. airmail envelops stamped Viet Nam I built the box from scrap wood I found in the
basement dad followed me around, watching he
said the box wasn’t square I didn’t answer him, just kept building I lined
it with black velvet a special place
for my keepsakes the outside is painted
green glued along
the top edge, ornate gold trim a safe place to keep my treasures it'll sit in the closet of my new apartment,
once I find one.
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Your own treasure box, beautifully written and poignant.
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