Boxed Up Poem by Atef Ayadi

Boxed Up



she said:
' oh! he immediately put me
in box of mba-eyes, less-p.h.deze or associate.
basically,
he put me in a box of shoes,
and asked, which sax smells good.
and that was a date.'

she is an economist,
i feel for her,
but also,
apparently, the majority of elites
digest issues this way.
compartmentalize,
de-compartmentalize,
construct,
deconstruct,
box within a box,
and box that does not fit in my box.
sometime,
i feel, it is the mind,
two minds fighting about
boxes, which box one is better?

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