Hostage

I know what the inside
Of a toy box looks like with the lid down. I know
The whispers of the toys.
I spent a lot of time crunched
in one with my sisters sitting on the lid.

I was the hostage. Negotiating
Was useless.
I had broke some cardinal rule of
Theirs. Or something.
They were really heavy. So I played.

This article appears in March 2008.