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
once 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.
