Intuition (Lemonade Poem, Part 1)

[Poem] I tried to make a home out of you But doors lead to trap doors A stairway leads to nothing Unknown women wander the hallways at night Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician, able to exist in two places at once In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me What are you hiding? The past and the future merge to meet us here What luck, what a fucking curse.