i open boxes.
that's all i do - all day long,
is open boxes.

but i find interesting things,
like 1950s tennis shoes
and aborted babies.

i won't say it's the best,
opening boxes all day long,
but it gets me by.

what really gets me, though,
is how poorly wrapped some are,
with torn edges and sides.

a bad box can't support shoes,
much less a baby; but I smile,
as i take care of mine.