behind a curtain

behind the curtain
a vague shadow, human shaped
“get out” I mouth soundlessly, then shout
“Get Out”
children in my wake
they ask to know me better
and here I am, so protective
screaming at apparitions
I am too scared to ask
what a ghost might need in my shower
the children are crying
because I am scared
the ghost is a woman, I know
not violent or even angry
it can’t be their mother
she’s not dead, true
but she is a ghost
or pretends to be
why am I shouting, why are
the children crying
they are grown, have children of their own
and I ask again
what kind of father do they need