demolition

I spent last night
building us;

each brick
of the foundation
left blood red dust
on my hands,
and I was sure
I mixed
the mortar
just right, but
today

you just pat me
on the head -
say,
‘good job’ -
as you
disappear
back
into yourself.

the demolition
will start
any day now.

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