Box Poem
the lid
is life
the lid
is life
too damn much
of everything
now
except money
and time
CREEPY GUY: Hey, Gloria.
GLORIA: Um. Hey.
CREEPY GUY: I wrote you a song the other night. Wanna hear it?
GLORIA: Oh, that’s –
CREEPY GUY (screaming): G L O R I A! G L O R I A! G L O R I A!
GLORIA: …
CREEPY GUY: Like it?