Beneath the wallpaper emerged
scratched into the wall with a knife,
or another sharp implement.
She couldn’t read the signs,
it was another language she didn’t speak…
…but acting on the advice of curiosity
she took photos and sent them off
to scholarly addresses.
It always does.
Then one Wednesday they arrived
sterile white latex gloves
the beep of the Gyger counter,
in unforgiving sharp ascents.