You don't know the color of the wall.
You don't know the rips and tears that cut through her wallpapered front.
Or does she have chips in the smooth paint that smothers her wooden structure?
Or is she exposed brick?
Can you tell me if she's rotting away?
Can you tell me if she's pristine as rain?
Do the other kids scrawl nasty things into her tiled skin?
Do the other kids forget she's there?
You don't know the color of the wall.
You just know she's there.
YOU ARE READING
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