Construction Literary Magazine

Fall 2020

I kept a country in a box,

I kept a country in a box,
Watercolor by Poet, Marina Burana

I added honey.

Sometimes it bursts
like flowers
covered in mud.

No memory home in leather,
like shoes one tries and discards.

Its hills and beaches
dawdle outside,
the rest is kept,
a whisper.

No use opening it now,
it’d be like sewing water.
Only words storm out.