Dolores, Dolores 

           
               Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie? 
                                               
                                ——— ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

 My lipstick stained your book, Age of Innocence, with a suede cover. 

                                     red 
            red 
                       red 

         red                  red

The daisy at our garden, the roses on your table, the memories fading of my past,
Burning and burning into ashes.

                         I am not the girl who reads teen magazines.

Have you met my friends? Dad.
Carmen Charlie Madeleine Annalise and Danny
All of our laughs shine through the stardust

See you, Alligator.