why am I here
soothsayer stopped and said “someone died here”
we know, I said.
My husband nodded.
You can sense spirit, she stated.
I offered her a chair, and she sat.
Your grandfather is here, she said.
And my grandmother, I replied.
You do not need me, she told us.
You can conjure spirits and feel them yourself.
Why am I here?
We wanted to see if you could feel them, I told her.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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