Poems from Sierra4
“Ohmygawd, Katie, I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know that. I’m not stupid.”
Oh, really.
Are you so sure of your own intelligence...
I know it’s stupid,
but I love my hands.
They might be white as a vampire’s skin
with red blotches
and blood from hitting my pillow too...
Dear Superstar,
You pretty plastic people
and your superficial values of
cosmetics and aesthetics;
you’ve got no regard for elegance...
Strange, isn’t it?
How my quiet words come soft and fiery,
Lifting you up, quick as lightning.
Creeping beneath a pounding silence,
The...