Page 48 of The Glass Girl

And still looking at him

I’m all open yearning andlove me

How pathetic is that

I’ll show him

Everyone

If I am too much I will be all the way too much

I will break the world

Bella don’t what are you doing Bella

Dylan is concerned, Dylan is in my way

Everyone chanting

Bella do it Bella do it

all I ever hear

Bella do it Bella will do it

Dylan’s face is one face two face three faces four

SayingBella don’t

what are you doing Bella

I’ll take you home Bella

but I’m moving toward Lemon like in a dream

On a cloud through rain

Everything hazy

Unbuttoning my flannel shirt

Because what does it matter

I am a watercolor, I wash off

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My mother is screaming but I cannot move

The porch light hurts my eyes

Why am I outside my house

Why am I on the stoop

My mother is screaming and I close my eyes

I do not like this dream

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