Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 100

The Box Maze Swallows A Birthday Lisa Stice From the big truck men carry boxes build boxwalls narrow paths we will walk for months. Our dog lies in the yard chin resting heavy on paws he watches the maze grow box by box. The air is thick with summer and fire ants walk in lines. You, in too-big dress and too-big sandals, sit next to your dog-brother raise a cup of water to a mouth that hasn’t spoken since we arrived here. This is your second birthday but there is only more boxes ant bites swell to the size of quarters. 100