In a world in which the staple gun was pretty much the only tool invented
by Maggie Wu we build the houses we must live in and when we have nothing but staples to shore up our confidence and foundations with our floorboards become home to chalky handprints of the dust we let in through ceiling cracks because we couldn't reach construction pierces the ears and the conscience because we all know an incomplete house is being built for those of us who like to create a cage and call it home our folly was our satisfaction our gape-mouthed wonder because we believed this magic tool was good enough to fight back with our ears covered because the boom grates on the senses until it's empty and you're clicking the trigger and we can all hear the click except you. |