i was given a baby boar
to take care of and love.
he was sent to me sore,
in a box. worn torn and
perilous, the box looked
like it was about to break,
and the boar, the ache,
oh it looked just the same.
i carried this boar in the
box for miles, crossing through
states lines and boundaries;
thinking to myself I want this boar to live somewhere free, unbidden
when i
finally opened
the cardboard;
box nothing
was left
opened but
a hole