Poetry · Writing

broken buildings, broken fingers

chances are

the next life

won’t remember this one;

fingertips leaving fingerprints on invisible walls

on a construction site

strangers pass over sewer pipes carrying messages

messages free of bottles and free of dismissal

free of happiness;

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