Matthew P Hill · Dec 24, 2011
Box of People

My dad wrote me Slayer lyrics on a paper plate: "Convicted witch my life will end!"

My mom's cursive on the back of an envelope, when I left home, writes: "Don't forget what I've taught you!"

My good friend left his Aderrall test sheets with me: Self inflicted distractions? "1234 circled 5 for high."

My bad friend's unfolded origami note says: "When you move down here one day, we will play music together."

My sister's poem on a postcard sent from her island head: "Swim here, understand?" I think I get the message?

My lady thoughtfully scribbled: "I woke up a bit later then I meant to, call me if you need to."

This is my box of people.

 
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