Cubed Poem by Ovidd

today i built a box
a perfect cube
side cubed equals volume

but i never thought of that
more i thought why
would anyone build
anything
sitting alone and flat

this six-sided frame sat
for hours waiting

a moment
a monument
just one where i get more,
more than all the hesitating
all its presenting presenting

all it's nothing

a kind of hello darling
goodbye.

but for the days and weeks
spent building on this box
maybe someday
i will become a carpenter