If someone took pictures
of my house
and told everyone
they were pictures
of me
you know
what I’m getting at
don’t you
there are a thousand
of you inside your skin
invisible
private
not even you
have met them all yet
so don’t let us fool you
you are not the tin
on the outside
listen closely
one of those ghosts
inside you
is trying to tell you
something
he’s the old man
whose bones
you are borrowing
he wants you to know
you will wish
you’d been wiser.