My back lay rested on the dingy carpet
flesh holding my spine from barely kissing the floor
the curve of my body resists the force of gravity
to hold the parallel position of the boards
Aloft my discomfort
the ceiling threatens catastrophe
He cries thoughts of collapsing
and threw the night he wept
Four taunting drywall pieces
surround me like a web
they black-mail me singing lyrical ballads
of all the things they’ve seen
I’ve concealed every fracture
just to keep them from talking
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