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      Fragmentation
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      same
      old
      spot
      I
      pick
      at:
     
     
      this
      fragile
      island
      brick.
     
     
      Through
      scraping,
      scratching,
      needling
      probe,
     
     
      It
      crumbles
     
     
      at
      my
      touch
     
    
   
   
    
     
      red
      stuff
      cakes
      my
      nails
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and
      I
      may
     
     
      wear
      the
      stain
      for
      years
     
    

    
     
      and
      then
      the
     
     
      wall
      might
      wear
      away
     
    

    
     
      but
      I
      might
     
    
   
   
    
     
      still
      be
      picking
     
     
      here
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Erosion
      is
      creation,
      but
      this
     
     
      film
      of
      dust
      just
      coats
      and
      drifts
     
    
   
   
    
     
      —Erin
      Fagan