Boxes(For Lyn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

All morning
she trawls all over

the house
looking for

boxes...boxes.

Box after box
she brings or drags up

to her
Teletubbie room

as if she were a little
mad scientist

& needed
boxes...boxes

for some mad crazy
experiment.

I go up to shave
my face slowly

watching her
from the mirror.

She lines up her army of
boxes... boxes

&
one by one

painstakingly
methodically

she puts a (box)
within a (box)

until the box
is filled up

with boxes
(boxes) .

Finally one box
contains all boxes.

I give her
a newly shaven kiss

as she
explains:

”The emptiness was empty
so I...filled it up! ”