you are something
i cannot see
but i crave;
i am you, from far away,
a distant twinkling in the black waves
i open my mouth
and i cry for you to echo
in return
tell me
will you still remember me
if i yield no glory, no fame,
and remain as i am:
a tiny space of air among the dust,
an animal tame?
YOU ARE READING
I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
