On my apartment door
Is a mark
That I don't remember seeing before.
It's like something
Wet and dripping
Was pressed there
To die.
I'm glad I was with Lioto today
And not here.
The door's secure, though,
And nothing's out of place
Inside,
So I guess I'm fine.
I don't even wonder
What might've happened.
I don't want to know.
When I was younger
It would've been me pressed to the door
Of a stranger's apartment
To leave a mark.
I'm glad I'm no longer a child.
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The Things I Learned About Lioto Reyez
General FictionCallie Juan doesn't know much about Lioto. But she's learning more every day as he tells her a secret story about the city where he was born. But as Lioto reveals more about his story, Callie begins to wonder: if the story is true, what happened to...
