dear jen,
i have a secret to tell you.
do you recall when we were playing at the playground
and i accidentally fell down and scratched my knee?
there was so much blood,
yet you never came over to help.
you stood to the side and there was a look in your eyes
like you were preparing to flee when needed
or perhaps it was triumph.
this is our secret, so don't tell anyone, okay?
-from clark