Your silence strings barbed wire across the breakfast table.
I think of walls:
________The splintery planks around construction sites
________strung with chicken wire,
________fastened with tetanus-breeding nails
________which stained my hands orange.
________Layered brick hand-scrapers
________crumbling as I worked my way up
________kicking against the flimsy spots
________These left scars.
________The walls I couldn't scale...
________crowned with jagged glass
________higher than elevator stop buttons,
Stiff-backed you rise from the table,
If I challenge you now
I'll skin my knees against your edges.