maybe they stare
maybe they care
walls are here
walls are there
a smooth surface
spreading far
show us how
small we are
lightly painted
or covered in paper
we all make our wall
the wall special to us.
you must have a favorite wall
mine is at school
its long
its curvy
and tasty moss grows in crevices
along its serpenticular length.
never have i before thought
of how a wall feels.
i now feel ashamed.
maybe they treat me well.
i'll never know.
i shall never look at walls the same again.
walls.
jess has seen the light.
and on this here tuesday night.
she pledges never to eat
another wall again.
at least not a whole one.
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