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.