On the cusp of discovery…pushing the door open even wider.
go straight there. don’t stop. don’t talk to nobody.
stay away from those boys. come right back.
a dripping sticky moistness attacks her hairline,
dark visage, patent leather-shiny and dewy damp.
an adventuresome spirit whispers a daring detour,
safety secured by villagers, seen and unseen.
While I sleep on the streets, next to my cart
In places they say I don’t belong
They pretend not to see me, an inconvenient truth
To them, I am just a bum, unkempt and uncouth.
The text read: IT’S CHAR - URGENT! My gut immediately told me that Violet was in trouble. She had a mean case of the reds and I knew she had done the unthinkable. I called Char and told her to call Violet’s mom. Char, pulled over on the side of the road in Van Nuys, screamed hysterically, “I already did and Magda’s clueless.” Her voice was muffled against the traffic raging by. “Said I was exaggerating. Hello, she emailed me a suicide letter….