The box’s friends

A little bird
who is dangerous
sits atop the box
and tells
the box’s secret fears
the box’s strange sexual history

The box has a perpetual egg
rolling corner to corner
asking about
her plans, the egg says: is this it?
The box can’t break the egg

The glass of water is
a small box in the box
It sits on a dusty ledge
and makes a lens

The cherries in the box
browner each year ask
the box: is there anything you
need? If you are cold
we can roll our flesh against
your side
If you’ve forgotten
The sky tastes like wine

The field is a yellow longing