If you look back far enough

you can see a trail
of thrift store treasures
asking for another chance,
shelter kittens mewing
for you to take them home.
You, an empty cardboard box
battered, holes taped shut,
a mouth that isn’t satisfied,
you fill yourself
with everything abandoned,
then leave it all behind,
a boulevard of breadcrumbs
to mark a path you’ll never take again.