When I was 12, I stapled pieces of plain paper together and wrote a book….
Tag: narrative
The one without a name
And later she would ask me “Is it the same person you write about “…
The one without words
It’s funny that when I remember him I only remember my heart When it beat…
The one with silver in his beard
Later she would ask me if he had a great moustache I don’t know But…
The one with a heart on his sleeve
I have a secretI once carried demonsI have another secretI loved their crushing weightIt helped…
The one with secrets on his tongue
He smiled with his teethMaybe that’s what should have told meThere was no soul in…
Little boy (neighbors 3)
School for me ends at 1pm. The older kids go up to 4pm. I have…
At the window (neighbors 2)
I share the room with my big sister. She is a year and nine months…
The neighbors (1)
I was born in this house, not literally. I was born in a hospital but…