White
on
white
with
white
trim.
I HATE WHITE
The sun through the south window
makes it much too bright in here
by day, and at night, artificial
light glares, wall to wall to wall.
If this move ends up permanent,
I’ll have to talk to Mom about paint.
My plan, though, is to give Nikki
time. Then gently wear down
her defenses. She’ll have to forgive
me eventually, right? There must
be some way to make that happen.
I can’t believe how much I miss her.
And not just the way she fills my bed
with velvet skin and satin hair and
warm spice scent. Without her,
I am incomplete. The worst thing
is, I have no excuse for what happened
with Leah. The message that bitch
left on my phone gave no room
for misinterpretation. Nikki knew
for sure I had betrayed her. And how.
SO FOR NOW, IT’S WHITE
And not just in here,