The Ceiling Remembers

The Ceiling Remembers

You can't wait to get me off the phone

and although your voice is sanity

I let you go

because I'm not even sure

who speaks

"Hold still!," she hisses

I'm afraid of the shower in the basement

mold grows...

There is nowhere to get clean

I let you go

because I'm not even sure

who speaks

To my rosary beads:

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned"

over and over

"I will not tell"

Promising to forget

how my eyes do not close

and the ceiling remembers

my secrets

Angela Minard 2015©