Three Poems by Rose Sanchez
Confessions While others slept, I slipped into your clothes, dressing up, pretending to be you as little sisters often do. I remember, you would paint my nails, We would play with barbies and teacups, You liked to dress me up, always wanting a little sister. Then I learned to lie at an early age. Tell you “no”, that I don’t want … Continue reading Three Poems by Rose Sanchez