when my guilt found the spare key
my condolences became roommates
who never pay their rent.
living with the ghost of shame
changes one's routine;
toothpaste
tastes like apologies-
and isolation
smells like your cologne.
ive become an innkeeper,
a host,
for the parts of others
they insist on banishing.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
when my guilt found the spare key
my condolences became roommates
who never pay their rent.
living with the ghost of shame
changes one's routine;
toothpaste
tastes like apologies-
and isolation
smells like your cologne.
ive become an innkeeper,
a host,
for the parts of others
they insist on banishing.
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