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.
© 2007 GuiltedLily Productions Inc
