To Pluto and Jane and all the rest,
I would never tell you this. But I wanted bruised fists. I always did, Jane. I want to look like I fought for something, like I fought for Pluto, or even you... I want bloody knuckles & eyes press painted with jealousy. Of course I was jealous of you, Jane. But I could never hurt you. And I think I lied before. When you were fluttering here and fluttering there, the cement on my feet was breaking down. When we kissed... I felt like I was falling off the edge of the world.
You were so pretty, Jane. Pretty is expensive, something my family can't afford. Confidence is bought with American currency.
S̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶r̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶?̶
