Poems from zara
Why nail yourself shut
to stand haunted and
alone
at the top of a hill?
Open up your
doors and let
the wind blow through
your musty...
written February 2008
Little girl, I have seen you
here before.
I have seen you sit alone
on this park bench,
cradling a book in your...
I dream of building pyramids
of solid stone that
will live forever
gleaming bright and golden
in the desert sun
by the banks of
a wide...
written February 2008
You say you feel vulnerable.
In my mind’s eye I see your fear:
your chest split open, red,
glistening, but your...
written February 2008
I feel like you can’t sleep
if I’m not sleeping.
It’s stupid to be awake
and laughing and doing
while you...