boxes 5/365

small white porcelain boxes, nesting one inside the other open like dates on a calender; those boxes we fill with our sweet nothings.
boxes containing gifts, gaily wrapped or brown and big like appliances or the boxes we paint ourselves into; those corners of nothingness.
the box for the stash or the jeweled memories, or the dreams you can't quite remember.

lunch boxes and litter boxes and round and silver hat boxes like that series of art boxes i keep meaning to finish.