sun box

far apart the same realization
childhood is gone
(i remember it wrong)

a ceramic container
with the sun on the lid
maybe i was 11, painting this

here it is still
with a few bobby pins
in the drawer

i painted its blue interior
etched in words
("nice sunny day!") 

perhaps i had pins in my hair

i had my sister there,
my mother there
fired glossy artifacts

i mourn the gaps
of days i hardly think of

how could i dwell