I.
New walls talk
if they’re smacked
with runny paint
Once every droplet
pools, dip my pointer
in the waste
Sniff it to sleep
soundly, weep
Close my eyes
to drown them
II.
Old walls whisper
when they crack
Paint an arch
and follow through
a corroded corridor
Framed by the crown
Molding
Open the windows
Open my mouth
Swallow the willow’s tears
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