The Afterbirth

I realize now
I speak too much truth
for your own good.

As a child there were 
so many secrets;
bonus checks and wine bottles.

I floated into adulthood
evicted from closets
once rented for occasions
like these.

Somewhere along the way
I learned
sunlight was a greater friend to my darkness
than any cellar door.


Perhaps if we walk out as if
we belonged here,
even the fireflies would believe
we were moons.