
why men punch wallshe hit the wallMore Like This
so he didn't hit her
punched cleanly
through the painted boards
surface folding inward
like collapsing cards
this is the house
they built
on broken earth
backs bent and eyes shut
against the glass sun
but now
his hands lie limp
and shaking
a faint powder of drywall dust
marking the left one
because it's better to feel
your knuckles
split and bleeding
than your heart breaking.
they look at each other
trembling
stand there staring
as the light drips
through the shades like water
through a sieve
walls are easier to fix
than all the broken things
between them
like the look that says
they both