Parents sent package
Full of food stuffs and kitsch
I did not know which
I dare to eat first
And the rest to work disperse
I wanted to share
Open box with care
Raisins crackers ramen prunes?
Bring to work I dare?
Grail at the bottom
A holy treasure to eat
Fortune cookies–sweet!
Some broken open
Contents shifted during flight
Purge defects from sight
Rather than throw out
Broke ones and fortunes they flout
Stuff them in my mouth
The Space Between Me and You 