What Naps in a Box at the End of The Road?

We stood waiting–in anticipation. We stood waiting–And watched As our friend fingered at the edges Of duct tape on a dented shoebox That we found littered off the side of the road. We were curious what was inside. Maybe it was diamonds, Or some guy ’ s finger. We had to find out, So we stood waiting. The atmosphere was cold and uninhabitable. We were out within a field of Wheat Which rose over heads When we weren’t looking. We were searching for something, For the face of Christ to appear in the sky Or maybe for Sasquatch to leap out And wring our necks. So we stood waiting. I orbited around my friend Hoping that the heat radiating off

Of his dense expanse

Would make love to mine

In a moment of passionate enthalpy.

“Go on and do it!”

We shouted at our friend, From a distance away behind a tree. We stood waiting together–For the box to explode and