hurling sentiments against the lath and plaster walls to see what sticks
Or falls and heaps
ceramic tile skittering shards
already cut me abdomen deep
gritted teeth
hissing curses
wading through what could have been a home
dragging detritus, whirling wake
eddies of possibilities, maybe
For someone else, probably
everything is useful maybe
just not right now
Put pressure on the wound
resist remineralizarion
brushing soft against my cheek
Liberated simple nutrients
someday, soon
just not right now
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