there is a chest in my bedroom

that i have turned on its side

into a nightstand.

it used to have my candy

from that time b-bone came over

at 2 am and saved my life

with licorice and video games

when i lived on my own for the first time

it had my board games,

a promise:

you will find people to play these with

but i never opened the chest

there is a chest in my bedroom

that i have taped shut

to remind myself that

i don't have to open it

inside:

one outfit

twenty dollars

and a letter:

dear comrade, are you sure about this?

i know that when i read the letter i will have already chosen.