Observing the Hole in the Wall

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The sheet rock itself was frayed.

Not much pressure would break such

a thin wall.

 

The entire lenghth of my arm

touched break to break

of the impact-hole

where Mom's garlic pistol and bowl,

made of stone,

at 15-miles-per-hour,

left from your hand

into the kitchen wall.

 

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