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[shemthepenman]

My Problem by Tom Paulin

A wall made of air
a wall that’s like pure skreeky styrofoam
—of course I’m kidding myself
into believing there must be some
way that with a certain—no not native flair
I can push out and off
till I gouge
scramble scuff
over that jagged—jagged and abstract
wall a wall that’s so huge
I can’t neglect it
as I sit or situate myself
on the flat land
below a dike outside Delft
where I fidget with the palm of my right hand
in the which
there’s this wee skelf
that might just be the jag the gouge the problem