PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

to nothing at all

Feeble attempts at beauty
or stating they are unique answers 
Oh so beautiful, beautiful they are!

to the particular questions. 

How can I? How hard? And how 
to? And how to bear?

Copy the look of elsewhere.

How? What now? 
Or ever? 
Will I ever see you again?

Grace in the form of front lawns,
all the arranged and glittering
bits of glass. My prison with out bars; my white picket fence.

I am wrong.
Connoisseurs prefer the sleek and strange,
not the reflective surface, 
the board
that before it was board. 
The world and you, before the world became me, and you became the world.

Ms. J.

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