My favorite ghost

You are my favorite ghost.

The only one I’ve believed in.

You put me asleep every night,

After a bitter fight with the others.

[They were no parents of mine,

Although she was.]

You are my favorite ghost story,

The one I have read every night,

Under a single-beamed light –

Not to wake up the little ones,

[Those who became my sisters,

Although they are only half].

You are a ghost to me: dark eyes,

Tempting teeth, crawling fingers.

The only one I’ve longed for

On the old, heavy, boiling mobile phone.

[I used to hide it under the pillow every night

After stealing my grandma’s sleeping pills.]

I’ve dreamt that you have ghosted me away

And we haunt them together, now and then –

Those, who are not my parents,

[Although she is],

And share strawberry kisses to my sisters,

[Although they are only half].