Hush-Cube Poem by Luke J. Holt

quiet in the box
no flowers, no motion

shut up in the shape
old picture friends frozen

no meals in the cage
vomit corners thrice chosen

zero love in the hay
so i soak and curse roses

hush-cube
no noise

plush fuse
us boys

us used for toys

new transmission deployed

hush, cube
dont breathe
while i am inside you
when people are people
this shaped place to hide to

im a captor of a four-sided planet
pretty sure god will damn it
sterile Pan who cant stand it

i wish to join a circle
so not to take sides
there s no unity in corners
just ponder our shaped eyes

it must be quite a blessing to live on a smooth wall
but at least my corners let me be certain of who falls