it's zig zag pattern of paper.
dizzying
no matter the angle you look at it.
grey and white, tiny dots
arranged in
blocks and stripes.
it takes all morning, into
the afternoon to hang, but I
get it done.
the bones in my hand sore
from the cuts and smoothing
of each sheet.
how many more is there to do,
this week, this year,
this life, before I'm through.
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