Knuckles

Knuckles

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

Today,
I screwed a bulletin board
into my wall
with my dad's hand drill.

I dread the day
that we move out of this house,
because that board
will have to come down,

and my family will see
the fist-shaped crack of a hole
punched into the plaster.

© 2014 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Emmy J.M. Powell
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