Rash Decisions (6)

Lucy wasn't always like this.
She once believed in people--
in boys who promised her
it would never rain in July,
in men who fell in love with
her on the first day of August,
in girls who waited desperately
for her to arrive on New Year's Eve,
who told her she was like good wings--
a little spicy and a little sweet--and
that she had perfectly imperfect teeth.

Once she could have been consoled
by candy necklaces and limes in Mexican beer.
But that's not who is here. You don't know Lucy.
Even if you know me. Even if you read her diary,
which you will. She is not bound in the pages
like the rest of us, which is why I don't know her either.
Not even sure her name is truly Lucy.

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[DavidRyanM]

I can't express enough how much I love the way you write. The characters and scenarios that I wish I would have thought up first.