Observing the Hole in the Wall
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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