I like the uniqueness of your poems and this is no exception. A vessel that can carry things in. Not a box, rather a cage, trapping most, but not all. Those bits that fall through the holes are interesting. Did they escape or were they freed?
The line "I carry everything that I can possibly can" is curious to me. It may be a typo, but knowing you, it could also be meant?
Either way, it's always nice to read you.
We live near a supermarket. We also live near a creek. It's a constant frustration that some people think its okay to push ones trolley into the creek, which is a haven for wildlife. I see too many of them discarded this way. Maybe that's how they will end up, upside down in a muddy creek? Lol