Boxes (.) - Bent Knee

Laughter rings hollow in the dining room

Cackling across empty platters

I know I missed another stitch

They cannot hide the sadness in their grins

Gently fraying at the hems and the neckline

Hours of hands fussing fall through the seams

I made it to the 21st century

Everything comes in boxes these days

Lining the sidewalks for the holidays

Rummaging through the manuals

Bells and whistles keep me on my horse

Deja vu rides like an antique sports car

Timeless finish floats past the potholes

I made it to the 21st century

Can’t they fix everything

Box me up with the satisfaction guarantee

I know there’s a piece that’s wrong with me