Poem: Under the Stairs

Under the Stairs

Under the stairs I saw you there
Furtive glances, dirty deeds
Under the stairs you hid it there
Your secrets, your torrid little games

But I saw you there, in rolling camera view
Masked through cracks and railings
In isolated words and private laughter
I saw everything (or at least enough)

Then I saw you wipe your mouth
And say, “I’ve done nothing wrong.”
But I saw what happened under the stairs

And I still cannot look at you straight
Until I see you weep
For what happened…
..under the stairs


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