I will never regret the secrets I have kept.
Sometimes, though, they escape as a hiss.
The secrets I have kept belong to him as well–
We do not speak but I’m confident that I haunt.
Family is a construct
I am good
Still, I never clean
Like television women.
From a distance, the moon
Winks as I navigate heaps of laundry,
Keep my big mouth shut, and search for a hammer.