Am I to blame,
for packing,
boxes of lighter fluid,
when most boys,
stack dishes,
between,
matching linen napkins,
taping ever so carefully,
their boxes,
putting them in matching boxes,
ever so perfectly,
in their garage,
boxes and boxes and boxes-
putting away,
for tomorrow, for the next day,
for the later,
ever so firmly,
in their,
boxes and boxes and boxes,
and boxes-
in the dark, waiting, in all their boxes,
soaking in butane, waiting.
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