All I Can Handle
I have never been very good at thinking
outside the box even though it is only
made of cardboard. You’d think I could
think my way through it, but thinking
inside the box is about all I can handle
because just when I’m getting the hang
of it, they put me in a bigger box and say,
think outside of that, mother fucker, so
unbeknownst to them, I drill a tiny peep
hole in my new box and try to think
through it. I am stricken with horror
by the image; then it dawns on me that they
might be using my mother metaphorically,
that there’s a whole new box out there.