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©

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