A Habit

Some tendencies knock on your door each time, occupy your living room as obedient guests
Who never overstay their welcome.
When they turn into habits, you know you have invited them and made them feel welcome.
When they gradually move to the rest of you- your bedrooms and your attic, you don’t feel invaded.
Some tendencies sneak in and spent hours, longer and longer each time,
Before they start bringing stuff and placing them inconspicuously-
On your dresser, in your drawers, inside your fridge.
It’s the crime of your absent-minded sight; you never notice
Until one day, there comes a letter addressed to another, at your doorstep
And you realise, startled, that you are the Other.


*Image Gato Negro

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