-
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
.
sorry that we never
—really—
talked...