I like writing about angels and devils,
I like puddles with leaves on top,
Watching my reflection ripple.
I like words and their little pockets,
Where they hide all their treasures.
I like ghosts that look like half-abandoned thoughts,
I like writing about green, baby monsters
Hatching in my mouth. I like time
And its pranks on unassuming people.
I like digging holes in the ground with a stick,
whispering my secrets into them,
And burying them forever. I like fire when she dances
Her graceful duet with air.
I like writing of forced smiles and tears,
Of how a drop of water winks in the sun,
Of voices trapped in throats.