Lemonade Poems

Intuition

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, 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 f*cking curse.