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she handed it to me—the child, the chalk
and i told her it was not the wailing wall but she said
if i drew a stick figure that would be the same as offering a prayer
and the smell of sea water permeated the brick
and the brick itself was stained from cocks pissing
or someone had lived there at one time
she said she was orphaned (when the ship left port)
it had three masts and was painted black and red