Nadia de Vries
How to Become a Ghost Story
Exteriors are beautiful but
I am too young to cough up blood.
It is a sad story but it is my story.
In some versions, the princess fails
to recover the magic fruit.
In every version there is a death,
but she can never choose hers.
I want you to think of me during war time,
or whenever the first leaf starts to fall.
We meet in the darkness
We point at the darkness
We laugh at the darkness
We pelt the darkness with potatoes
and tomatoes, in every accent
We throw gum at the darkness
Blow a raspberry at the darkness
The darkness turns to look at us
and we look back at her.