Rope handles fastened to each side – we will lift this box – a tug-of-war inside. Down the hill, we take our time, keeping hold of this box: rope handles fastened to each side. Your knuckles turn white, we sigh; you tiptoe over the rocks. A tug-of-war inside. The box splinters our thighs. I suggest we stop. Rope handles fastened to each side. Hands callused, rope-rubbed till dry. We...
The Box
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