Crank (Crank 1)

eyes narrowing, reached

out and touched the flush

of my cheek.

But you’re wrong.

The Wind Blew Up

My mind raced.

My heart joined in.

I shook my head,

mute as snowfall.

What, then? Why do you look

at me that way?

What could I say?

That some stranger

inside me couldn’t

keep her eyes off him?

I know you can talk. I heard

you before.

I felt her stir, like a

breeze blowing up off

the evening sea. My

wind had awakened.

You know, you’re kind of cute,

in a stuck-up sort of way.

She pumped through

my veins in hot, red

bursts. Blood pressure

rose in my face, blush.

You here for the summer? What’s

your name?

Her tongue curled