...and this is very wonderful
here ghosts tugging at me
sharing with me stories in my lives
with details forgotten
dancing in my mind and gut
like demons distracting
from now this growing within me
reminding me of their deaths
taking from birth
and my complicity
seeing clearly who I am
telling me of sins
and how I shall commit them again
and so I did
against yet born love
distancing quieting understanding
how they were to be conceived
in chats on walks and in beds
when they were to be committed
in the safety of an emotions desperation
and pain so cruel
where automatic grappling deceit for love
why they were so necessary
each other together
our centrality lack of control
predetermined and ordained
by their presence in my ghost house
step through
This poem was published in Golden Hour - Hora Dorada
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