February 6 – Boxes
I live within the crumpled
confines of cardboard;
a little worn around the edges.
I decorate the walls within
while you plaster them without
A resident of definition
Addressed by association
But I cut the holes
Through which I breathe

I am still astonished that you manage to compress those words on to a post it with such a fine hand. Isn’t it required that an English teachers script should be illegible? Or is that just me?
That’s Doctors handwriting, funnily enough I was admiring the handwriting too. This one twists my mind.