where Paul held up a map while we brushed
our teeth and then pointed out: the wall had shifted, torn at its seam.
We could peek under and into the entire house. He hushed
my worries. Said the plumber would be by the next day
to take a look and work it out
and in the meantime, it would be okay.
I couldn't help staring at where there once was grout
and now was nothing. Space, darkness, a pause.
It was all a little obvious.
Themes of: structure, revelation, discovery, denouments–
I mean, holding a map. It was almost artless.
The part, though, that's stuck in my head is that it wasn't scary.
Seeing the empty insides. They looked open, uncluttered, airy.
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