Black Poetry : woman in my attic

alyce

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Jan 29, 2001
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she takes liberties
in the nooks and
crannies
of my house

she makes love in dreams
writhing among the
cobwebs of my old
forgotten things

bringing back
post card pictures
of
places I’ve never
been

telling me old stories
of people
I’ve never seen

her vanity is
deceptive…

she admires
herself before
the old mirror
brushing away at
dusty
thoughts
until my vision
of her
is
clearer

sometimes,

I deliberately
close down
lock up
shutting all
the lights
out

she’ll just strike
a match,
light a candle
and roam
about

her incessant
noises
keep me
from
sleeping

turning over
wish boxes
spilling
empty
promise-
keeping

she angers me
& frightens me
& she always
makes me
cry

she’ll only hint at
answers
when I ask
the question
“why?”

but
she carries all my
secrets tucked
inside her
underwear


there’s a certain
comfort knowing
that
she watches me
from there


alyce, 2001
 

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