The holes in the wall for electrical
Outlets, the light switches. Always wrong. You.
White walls cut and cut again. The you. The
Adjustment of white walls. Raised and installed.
Pulled down. Cut again of a pan of hard
Work. Timed. Protected. You sweat in the house.
Beat. All the sudden. For no reason. The
Celery, and peppers. Tonight. They’re just
White dust dying in your hands. Her cut. Truth.
A suitable piece of scrap that you cut
To fit the spot where the wall crumbles.
It gets on the floor. It gets on your clothes.
In your hair. In your eyes. It gets on.
Because even in your eyes it gets on.