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Recently I became a guesthouse for ghosts—3 voices in my head, too loud, so noRoom for reason, I gave up the precision of good language spent days wrestling to Read anything, nights molding their worst words into metaphors—but worse, theRuins despair made me into, lying on my back like a broken castle, couldn’t leave myRoom for weeks, to get up from bed: an eternity, to brush teeth: unimaginable. Much worse— Rages, blackout, scenes leak back in: my lover cowering in the yellow-tiled shower, meRanting with specific, energetic cruelty. What my mind made me. ThenRain, sudden glassy streams over Torino in the morning, every spirit hurt in me. Why Read this? To see the shame upon our family originated with me, & also Recently I became a better house for spirits. Maybe I can help you with it.