Foster Kid
by Mike Faran



She looked like a
pouty farm girl being sent
to bed without supper

She was all of this and
more

Her ponytail half in and half
out of its blue
ribbon

Her mascara smeared like
graffiti
over her hollow cheeks

one pink sneaker missing

Only thing was
we didn’t think she was from
a farm

We never quite knew where
she was from and

when she spoke her
voice was flat without an
accent






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