wall

You lie looking at the ceiling
silent, somewhere else

as you said
you’re sad most times

there’s a wall
down the space between us
maybe the great one
scent of star anise in the air
or maybe not Chinese
but more Berlinesque
graffiti and tango music
indistinctly heard

I reach up and take away
one brick

there are lots of them
but I have forever

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