I
I built the wall myself
out of bones and sinew
washi tape, bubble gum
and a few gallons of spittle:
it’s stacked, controlled chaos
easy to light then run
the wall holds back a flood
of a to z things I’m to let loose
II
dad once said, “some of us
we set with death, the dead
the dying” and he did
until he couldn’t
with his boy he broke
I let him…break
III
half a world away
I’m trying have tried
to sit with you
if you can hang in
a good while longer
