PANDORA
The napkin, with your phone number,
lipstick-smeared,
rests in the middle drawer of my desk,
along with an answering machine message tape
of the first time you called,
a receipt from our first dinner out,
and a petal from the carnation gotten afterward.
There's the medical report from the skid accident,
an invite to a cousin's wedding,
a ripped Ramses package,
and the divorce papers.
All are kept in a jeweled box
in that middle drawer of my desk.
I don't open it very often
- only when I feel I need to.
I'm down to every three hours, now.
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