In the corners

In the corners where walls meet and so do we where the emblemed wallpaper of out-dated bedrooms collides with it's own one-sided self we'd run our fingers down the seams gathering the glue to save  our paper kites and our flimsy stories of how we'd burn all our plastic trophies before we'd ever say our lasts. But rain finds the ground even if you're there to catch it, with cupped hands. (...