Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover
Don’t you wonder… what’s in the little blue box?
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
You've got to press it on you
You just, think it, that's what you do
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down, DARE