SECRETS, LIES, AND GOSSIP
[based on the painting “Man in
the Wall” by Matteo Pugliese]
Stare all day until the orange ball drops behind the
horizon. Then stare through the darkness, the light of the moon over your
shoulder, but you will not detect eyewitness proof that the walls have ears. Painted
white or ornately dotted with fleurs-de-lis or papered with Parisian scenes of rain
spearing the parasols of stately madams scurrying to reach the comfort of home.
You will not see those ears hiding in the wall space, in the
fiberglass insulation, beyond the human eye.
Some insist to believe in listening walls is harebrained and
certifiably inane. Others ask, “What are the walls recording in their
plasterboard heads? The hushed words we say in bed at night? The lies? The vicious gossip
to murder a reputation in effigy? Secrets we may voice aloud to ourselves on
the brink of sleep or in the chasms of dreams?”
Are these walled-in prisoners with their sacks filled with all
they have heard, bursting to escape from claustrophobia’s mighty grip?”
Siamese kitten
sniffs for sounds at bedroom walls--
all those stolen words!
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