i saw your aunt Minerva
last night in a dream
she was walking through an airport
or somewhere in the in-between
it may have been a blessing
it may have been a curse
considering the history
i don’t know which is worse
she wore some kind of bonnet
her body small and frail
i caught her squinting eyes
behind a see-through veil
she walked directly toward me
i neither hoped nor feared
i felt a sense of dispensation
and then she simply disappeared
i saw your aunt Minerva
i never knew her well
but I know she knew the secret
that your mother will not tell
of horrors that went unspoken
of boundaries that were broken
of shrieks in bedrooms
and ancient heirlooms
of Egyptian spells
and living hells
i saw your aunt Minerva
last night in a dream
she was walking through an airport
or somewhere in the in-between
