Fallout (Crank 3)

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,