in our wall
10 feet high
Without enough mortar to hold it
up
(I asked you for more
and you nodded that you heard me)
I could barely see the top of your head at
one point
And I realized then
You weren't
building
a wobbly ladder
but rather
A sturdy disaster
With more and more
mortar
added
to ensure
the explosion
would shatter my bones
but not enough to crack
the hand mirror
that you had taped
to your wrist