There are thing I should
Things that were so elementary
to the very essence
of who I was that I did not think
it necessary to verbalize them.
Things that were…
basic to who I wasThey are not things that noware basic to who I am.
Nobody ever told me
I didn’t really let myself know
about the shifting inside
the shifting that happens inside.
There is this pull
the very deepest of me is this emptiness
I am a whirlpool
I am a black hole.
Nobody ever told me.
I didn’t really let myself know.
To give them words
would have been to give them weight.
They would have been damned a little
limited by being uttered.
but they would have been tethered to the inside of my skull, too.
They might have made it through.
through the years
out the other side of a black hole,
like the rope they encirled ’round the mediums waist
as she crossed over to the other side in Poltregeist.