Poems from vivianma
mother,
i don't want to die
there is no love for me
in a shallow grave
There are ghosts
in his home.
Sitting on cupboards,
sprawled out on his
silk sheets.
They hang on his red curtains
imitating sunlight
and...
I have seen the Magic Bullet informercial
more times than I have seen
myself smiling in the mirror
There is something irresistible
about...
There is a war inside my head.
To keep
or throw away
Will it hurt like torture
or will be like sleeping
and waking up
to a dream long...
She has a gaze like a dead child's
Hollow and sad
yet she doesn't seem to mind
For I've never heard her
complain or sigh or cry
I ask if...