The things I did not tell you mom dearest

do you remember
the girl called shakira
whom you used to call
The daughter of your tenant
The tenant who stayed opposite a house
that looked like an antique skull
and bore windows similar to eye sockets
with a doorway that was a foyer into a gloomy tunnel
You told me that house had ghosts.
That it was a grave.
In that house
shakira and i
ate the fruit
and swore
never to
about it.