the wallpaper

in the bathrooms
across the land
it splits
it peels, the edges
go brittle
and fall apart.
the corners aren't plum,
the ceiling slants,
the floor board
is jagged.
it's hard to get
an even cut, to get
one rose to match and yet
it goes up.
the put a check in your
bloody hand, but
it's not over,
it's never over, for
until the end of time
the calls
come in. please come
back
and fix these seams,
these bubbles,
the roses that don't
match, please bring
your tools, your ladders,
your paste,
and come, come back
once again.