What Wants to Live Here (Day 3,002)

I challenge you
to an anthropomorphizing duel. How

do we know if the building is alive
or dead, if we have calculated our own life

cycle correctly? At dawn, our sickle-shaped
swords will whip up the air—slice

a few particles of uncertainty, strive
to kill these questions before

lunch. One of us isn’t going to make it
to the counter in time

to witness walls that talk.