BOXED

monday comes the demolition:

destruction always pre-
cedes creativity,
at least

that's what
the contractor told me.

and so here
i am boxing up
rooms too full
of boxes left over
from the last time.

after all
what is
worth saving?

already
memory and poetry
have carved symmetry
where once was
just life
lived, boxed
energy
into words
never meant to be heard.

color my labors
absurd, but
monday comes the demolition.