every picture and note and smashed bottle cap

was thrown into a box hidden beneath my bed

behind shoes and blankets and laundry

so that i'd never have to look at it again

but i can feel it through my mattress

trying to seep back in my soul

so i think i'll shove some more crap under there

those sheets i meant to throw away

a rotting apple core

a notebook or two

and more and more and moreandmoreandmore