My mom came to my house—

Fed Ex.  In a clean white

Mailing box.  Half of her

Mailed to me, the other

Half mailed to my sister

In Hawaii.  I didn't know

What to do with the box.

Should I put my mom

In the closet?

In the pantry?

In my room?

I settle on a corner

In the living room.

The white

Box sitting casually

On the floor

Like something ordered

And not yet opened.

She sits in the corner

Like a little girl punished

For doing something bad.

Waiting for someone

To tell her she can come out.