crack crack crack crack crack
everywhere the crack--in pavement,
in a wall when smashed, on the backs
of your hands, around the eyes of an ageing lover,
in the pancake batter drying in the fridge, around the rim
of the bowl that contains it. a crack will catch the loose bits
and fill up until it's solid, and then that too will crack. crack crack
crack--you might think i'm smoking it, but that's not a fact. i just yield,
work my knuckles, remember the workman's hairy moons revealed by drooping
pants...
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