Whenever I am content Or am feeling content, There’s always an air ready To brush away or undo my content, Just as a wrapper of gifts Witnesses her efforts to conceal shredded By the recipient.
For the record, I am not intending to be sexist and say that only females wrap gifts; I just feel like often, in similes and metaphors, the pronoun "his" is too much of a default, and I wanted to mix up the usage of identification pronouns somewhat. Also, as far as the poem goes, I run into this type of case A LOT in life lol.