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].