She pounded her baby fists
Powerfully
Against the threshold –
Key hung like noose in pocket.
She banged so loudly that
It was almost industrious,
Like a well-shaped valium.
She built this land.
Her baby fingers rattled,
Rattled long,
Like a wired cage,
Sculpted the graphed walls into plains.
Carnivorous mortar was collected
And boarded up with nibbling nails
Like Rikers.
Like a terminal.
Her adolescent, paper walls,
Circling vulture-like,
Shivered easily
At the touch of her baby skin.
A baby woman, she crafted
The monument in ten days
And laid the plasterboard
Against a lazy partition.
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