LOVE Poem: The Box, by Paul Davis

I stand waiting
Squished tight in a cold metallic box carrying me up
I stare at my reflection in the mirror in front of me
My puffy eyes glistening from the white LED lights
Only a yellow smear on my bottom lip remains from my lunch
My slightly wrinkled button up half untucked
It feels like an eternity
I grow impatient pushing the button over and over

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