Is it a dog? A box? An aftershock? 
Two things that follow. One 

that contains.  Or, constrains.
We’re out of packing tape again.

And dish soap. And everything.
I could draw a line through 

the days on the calendar
but that might be too decisive 

an action. They spill away,
next week the ocean,

the week after, fires. And every
night it’s too hot to sleep.