cardboard

i would hide in its warmth.
curl up with the veins
wrapping around me
holding me close
firm.

i would tuck myself into the
corners and crevices
anywhere i could
not really looking for anything
but
just because

i slept there many times.
the submarine-cockpit glow would
pulse and coax me to sleep.

in this heart,
i made my home.

but it's a buyer's market and it was
sold.