astir [stair]

A familiar pounding is on the floors
A sense of frustration and relief seeps
Through the ceiling
The nail only partially exits my skull
Paintings and smiles are inside out
The hammer a neighboring tool

Thought
Over time I’ve watched this place become a very temporary in-between space for many, and still I’m here, unsure if by grace or inertia, and how often they operate independently from one another.