When the Walls Come Apart

You carry epoxy in your pocket

for when the walls come apart.

Fissures travel the white plaster–map lines

mark each one of your breakdowns,

and often in the dark you count them all.

I’ve been inside. I have seen

the aftermath of walls coming apart.

It’s with great honor I behold your strength.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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