It wasn’t until I visited
my old neighborhood
(the one she said defined me,
that I thought I’d left behind)
and took an inventory
of the crumble and fade
that I knew what she meant
when she called us
cracked stucco.

Tuesday Twiglet #276
~ cracked stucco ~


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