3644 Park
1 min readMay 18, 2016
Skin your knuckle, new boy
The drill presses like rod into dust
Wear a shirt made of shallow breath
Curse the wrench, admonish a smudge
Note the angle
where the wall meets the wall
in profane reflex
Study it in earnest
like you could change it with a word
Toe a tack in the carpet
like a mother mops a stain with spit
Change the locks
undo your own work
Manage a smile when it makes sense
and wake to the noise
of a squirrel chewing fascia