PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Loss

Ensnared in time

hopeless attempts to

keep those packets of memories

the glittering walls that scraped the shit out of your elbows

the friendly faces at the door  

smells of chol and sholai wafting down

chasing each other through the hallways

baseball slide to be the first into the bathroom

embarrassed parents whisper yell at you to behave

this is someone else's house

is it? 



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BIO:
I grew up in these houses yet never lived in them. I'd stare at the bottle shard walls and dream they were diamonds or, better yet, candies.