No box for baby

Little burned box held closed with duct tape

I sold myself as small, so, it’s only fitting that’s where you stored me

And upon opening this box, after a good nights sleep, you were stunned by a war

Out I came, swinging and roaring

You didn’t stand a chance

I wouldn’t go back in, and I would not leave.

Nor would you let me.

I frightened you, but you found it exhilarating.

So began our favorite game

I pretend to leave, you pull me back

I raise hell, you run away

I drag you back, you point at the box

I offer the bed.

We compromise.