Build A Picture by Cody Davis

Run your finger along the frame.
The dust ravels like snow being pushed off a street.
It grows darker with the collection of dirt and other black things.
The lower left corner is splintered.
It reveals a lighter color, unstained and new to the air.
It breathes.
It dreams of it’s worn tired exterior being sanded down.

Place your hand through the center of the frame, where a portrait should nestle.
The air filling the space moves slowly.
It is thicker and warm, like blood.
It thrums round the inside of the frame,
like the neck of a cello being played by a codger with arthritis.

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