A feeling you get
that something’s not right,
an instinct, a hunch
when out of sight
but not out of mind
like things from the past
swept under the rugs
stuffed in closets, last
year she discovered
a cousin three times removed
had wrestled a fox
at the zoo, ain’t that rude?
And hillbilly grandma,
what a scandalous thing,
running off with thief
when he gave her a ring.
Shh! Please don’t tell
the last one’s a bitch
no, a bastard, I think-
which one is witch?
Yes, this feeling you get
about family history
an instinct, a hunch
this secretive mystery.
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©laurie kolp
Prompt inspirations:
PA- Something ____
Poetry Jam- Mystery
Day 12- NaPoWriMo