The doors in this house stay closed.
Rusty hinges form land bridges between
wood and metal
metal and wood,
Trapping dust particles which are only just
elderly pieces of the skins that once resided here.
It reminds us of the way sand is just elderly pieces of glass
And to try to find the line between glass and skin
we try to find a line between each other without breaking.
We try to find a way not to let ourselves turn to sandy shores.