compartments
I place you
in box 3,
and Tuesday
in the next box,
and bourbon
in a box after that
I place pain
in a box, memory
in a box, mother’s
smile in a box,
and I keep
putting matters
and meanings
in boxes
until I can find
nothing anymore
Tempest Brew is a someone. She serves coffee to people every day, many of whom seem to regard her as no one.