Pandora's Box

He holds Pandora’s box

“Open it, Open it!”

He took it while she slept

And brought it to me.

“It was a great journey”

He tells me over a cigarette

To the desert and back he went

Over a couple of fake smokes

He laid it on the bed

He mimed opening it

And he caressed it

Smiling

“This box holds the beautiful thing in the world”

I thought so myself

So miming his miming

I opened it

Pandora’s box was empty

There I sat looking in

Recognizing the womb

I came from.