hi. i'm not sure what to write. i guess you can find stuff out about me by reading my poems.
It is not in silence that I feel alone:
the absence of voices
the deep black peace of night or
the tranquility of a deserted stretch of shore
...
There is proof of my life everywhere:
initials carved into tree's bark
songs i always sing along to on the radio
the tatterd books lying under my bed
...
It took the innocence of childhood
for me to wish to be an actress
a social worker
a doctor or author
...
In the restaurant, i watched her face
and my mothers by her side,
trying to see the similarities,
the swoop of their noses
...