No

I don’t know what they want from me. Its show day and the girls scuttle around the tent, gathering skirts and veils and bangles and shoes. We are all made to sit on chairs; our smiles frozen on our faces....

She

She was so perfect. Her skin looked flawless and her eyes glittered like jewels. My round face resembled a boy’s and my eyes were dirt brown. Her hair was always set in the latest fashion, her thick, red curls catching...

Poetry Palooza: A Letter to a Boy

A letter to a boy: Dear boy who I am waiting for, You may have forgotten Those telepathic messages I’ve sent over the years So this a reminder Of all those dang tears Remember: we were all made in pairs So you must be somewhere out there Waiting for me Wherever in the world you are Whoever in the world you may be This letter is