THE HUM
Seeing
so many
suffering
I shake
myself
from self-pity
walk to my open window
humming an uplifting tune
on the freeing wind.
VEILS
My father begs me
not to be like my mother
there's so much he doesn't know
shutting myself in my room
waiting for the press of late night
I sneak out my window
like a see-through phantom
in white veils.
