Construction

Isabella Bickenbach

i pour cement   packets   into

   the ground &   the chalky p o w d e r

c i r c u l a t e s   in the air  like    eyelashes

   i mix  it with   water & churn

until i can no  l o n g e r

 my eyes coated in   powdery cement

 closed into slits

like crescent moons

arms stacked fire log style

turned mossy from weathering

  never fully dry

i’m stuck in cement while a crane

knocks me into a million pieces that

are the bricks to a building being

built on top of the remnants of a

body molded into cement that

was made from the shell of a person who

was tossed aside to use as paint for

the building that

will grow and grow made

from the B R I C K S + P A I N T + C E M E N T from

a person who continued to be built up

& broken

  down.