The Untreasure Box

It sits on the edge
of my peripheral vision
I try not to look at it
pretend it’s not there
She gives it a name
The Box
Asks if it is alright if we simply acknowledge
that The Box is in the room with us
I am hot and cold
a little queasy
rendered speechless
What would Miss Manners say?!
It feels like a breach of etiquette
to mention The Box
But really
this is why I am here
This has always been
why I am here
I try to look at the box
really see it
before my eyes slide gratefully away
I register
that The Box is bulging
The Box is breathing
Fuck

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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