Free Entry 2, Week 2

"What do you wish?" centers a diagram
on the newly-repainted cracked stones.
A speckeld glass silken veneer covers
the open-fisted wheezing facade,
while the blackened spittle clings, cleanly bordering
its rite without the janitor
and his bubbly beer bucket.
"I wish they'd stop painting over our wishes,"
hunches in its curvature, fetal against its mother.
No texture, stony words.