Poems from ghosti
Somewhere in the world,
A child’s first word is no.
The child’s first word is no
And her parents think that
something is wrong with...
When the topic of family
comes up, I tell people
that I am adopted.
People usually give me
The pity look and ask
me what happened. ...
When we met,
we were like
reflections of
each other.
It was scary-
I’ll admit it.
Under nothing
but the moon
and the stars,
The...
I have not written a letter
like this in a long time.
It really has been a long time.
I have been thinking about
what to say, how to say...
Sometimes when I
look down at my arm,
I still see the bite mark
you had left on me.
The pale red,
the slight blue,
how this was...