So… there is MUCH to report. But I will start with THIS.
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I lived where you live
I spit right where you eat
Right where you’re sitting
Under the soles of your feet
Did I leave an echo
A residual murmur
A spectral shift
Of what I once was…
Is there a whisper in the night
Of desperation I felt
From the time that he was
And I shed all my rights
All of my goods
Like a molting of all that was pure
When he lured me out into dead of night
I shed my innocence
Where you find your keys
Where he knocked on my window
Where panicked pre-dawn 911-calls
Fell on unexpectedly hesitant ears
And they sent no one
They sent me no one
Until after I vandalized this room with screams
And thereafter it was filled with sorrow
Is there resonance of my guilt there?
Is the ghost of my father still where I left him?
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