Gauss’s Box
Andy Sedlack
I can’t remember when I
found it, where I got it.
For as long as I can remember.
Looming, with its polished
alphabet tumblers
on simple gray box.
Back then I was
eager, hopeful
I tried every name
whose person
I could find.
Chasing the other
side of gray
without a clue.
I almost forgot
it in my
closet last winter
but it snuck out with a crash
following sweatpants.
And I couldn’t help but
try her name—
nope. Isn’t this
why I put it away?
There’ll be someone else.
There has to be a right someone
somewhere.
I’m not sure
nowadays
If I want to see its
insides.
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