Dear Lacey, I should tell you how much I hate your name. too close to that ringing moniker of the dead girl in Colorado. I didn't see you in her didn't see anyone and of course she wasn't more than a face laid out in ink on a page set to dry like I'd never said a word to her of course. I'd be a fool to think that you have anything to do with that look on in her eyes when they slammed her to a wall took out a gun and
of course you didn't know, I'm just a poor soul looking for a living on the streets, don't think I'm one to jump to conclusions.
Dear La cey my fingers hurt to type, I don't want to talk to you, it might trigger, you know. People sometimes say I have problems with other people. please forget my number tomorrow. and the next day and the one after that.
L, I leave this note on the hood of your car, you'll see it before you drive away don't look for me I have a gun for you if you do.
metal cools and hots, Lacey, your name is Lacey and I cry to you.