The poem
The little box gets her first teeth And her little length Little width little emptiness And all the rest she has
The little box continues growing The cupboard that she was inside Is now inside her
And she grows bigger bigger bigger Now the room is inside her And the house and the city and the earth And the world she was in before
The little box remembers her childhood And by a great longing She becomes a little box again
Now in the little box You have the whole world in miniature You can easily put in a pocket Easily steal it lose it
Take care of the little box