Little Box

It’s the night before the night before the night before

In your arms
Folded flat packed
Crushed, hearing your heart
Compressed against mine
In our little box
We define
Soothe, wrap up lies
Cry
Decide.

It’s the day after the day after the day after

Today
Don't walk on the cracks
You'll break your back
I sidetrack

Don’t step under a ladder
It brings bad luck
I duck

Blow the eyelash snared
Wish with a wistful breath
Everything will be alright.

I'll buy a crate instead.