45*21

being completely exhausted
building
there are no walls but those you build
building
tearing down all those walls because of nonsense
building
there are no perspectives that join us
building
I call you my baby girl in jest
building
you say "I'll punch in the arm so hard."
building
crouched down in the truck tire because betrayal
building
the perfect alibi didn't and never does
building
we die in what we wear
building
but life has a crisper idea of what is worn
building
but not building posts that stand