some days i wish you would just put me in a box
and seal shut every cardboard crack with dark brown tape,
blocking out the tiny slivers of light
when they try to creep through the walls to the back of my eyes like ants
and build their stinging, throbbing homes
deep inside the van gogh-painted colors of this mind.
mail me someplace where light is worth seeing
and love is synonymous with everything,
a place where i have the strength to trust the people who deserve it again.
but until you find a place like that,
please just let me sleep and meditate
in my box.