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Disapproving dead daughters of the American evolution

          shake their heads with mild disdain

                            disarmed by my presumption.

                      Close enough to touch faded Hollywood royalty

                              I rudely extend my hand

                            and am ensnared within their ghostly opprobrium

                                     a smothering shroud of fluid ectoplasm

                      a sticky wet net to catch the unwary.

          Unworthy of the glory they’ve appropriated for themselves

                                            how dare I display such confidence!

Soon endless gauzy mornings and days unnumbered

                    settle like dust and detritus to incubate the hungry night

          cloaking the haunted mansions they once commanded

                              and which I was allowed to visit.

Now I return again and again though only in dreams

          come to know – perhaps to worship –

                         the matriarchs of my (un)making.