PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Failed attempts at beauty
or stating they are unique answers 

to the particular questions. 

How can I? How hard? And how 
to?

Emulate the look of elsewhere.

How? What now? 
Or ever? 

Grace in the form of front lawns,
all these arranged and glittering
bits of glass.

I am wrong.
Connoisseurs prefer the sleek and strange,
not the reflective surface, 
the wood 
that reminds of woods. 

Rebecca Steer

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