Fallout (Crank 3)

Wow. You know the old saying,

“You’re beautiful when you cry”?

Well, you definitely are.

“I’m not cry—,” I start, but when

his hand brushes my cheekbone,

his fingers come away wet.

“I guess I am, huh? I’m sorry,

I … uh …” He stops me with

one tear-damp finger against

my lips. Shh. Nothing to be sorry

about. He kisses me again,

and this one is even sweeter,

despite a lingering essence

of Esperanza’s world-famous

salsa. Not to mention a spicy

taste in my own mouth. Guilt.

Summer

CRAZY

If I had to use one word

to sum up my life now,

that’s what it would be.

Insane,

pure and simple. Here

I try to do the right thing,

attempt to be one of the

heroes.

What does it get me?

A life tossed into turmoil,

any pretense of stability

shattered. It takes