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I’ve been known to speak up and out of turn.
I’ve been known to heal from a burn.
I’ve discovered letting myself off the hook is how I learn.

I’ve been known
as a piece of shit.
Now I’m known
to pay the rent.

I’ve been known to lash out, freak out, to hide how I feel.
I’ve been known to use things to numb my yesterdays,
To have strength, but allow words to break me,

to lie
to cheat
to steal
to hurt

I’ve been known
to overindulge
to try too late
to get lucky

I’ve been known to lie, to fib, to not tell all, to tell half-truths.  I’ve been known to do all these things to not hurt someone’s feelings, to keep a person

I’ve been known to fight now and ask questions later.
I’ve been known to put others down when I’m not that higher than them.
To forgive but never forget.

We were a stop on the Georgetown Haunted History Tour. We were awake the whole time it was happening, listening to the tour guide talk about us. Then we were asleep,

If ghosts were fertile, they wouldn’t look for the switch that turns on the flashlight. They
wouldn’t seek mirrors where they touch their own faces, where a sheet becomes a nightgown,

The ghosts we brought with us were thrilled by the new house. They flitted around, testing the light switches. Even the dust was fresh. Suddenly it didn’t seem so bad to be