a family of walls

- joined by an imaginary sinew, four walls featuring dust compressed into sheet rock face away from one another. smooth within and on the outside, brick like so many houses in this neighborhood– everyone is insulated from the empty stares over so much strewn building material yet —somehow—we are protected from the rain — the oldest wall no longer stands the others slowly fracture my wall— shedding tears like tiny shells piling upon a beach breaks with the waves into shards of sand— leaving ashes and dust... s jones 2023 .

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