Suzy's poetic journal. Fiction. |
Suzy Dulvaine keeps a journal full of poetry that explains how she feels about her life. Written in short, freeform stanzas, Suzy uses figurative language to explain her feelings about her family and friends, not to mention her first romance. |
I don't know why They call me Suzy. I really have no idea. It's starting to get stupid; I'm sixteen. Suzy is the name Of a four-year old. I'm not four, Not anymore. My real name Is Susannah. I asked Emily-- She's my sister, My big sister-- To call me Susannah. "Suzy, why would I Do that? You're a Suzy To me." It sure makes sense That she thinks of me As a little girl. She forgets I've grown up. From now on I'm going to be A Susannah. If anyone will listen, of course. |
Today I tried To be Susannah It came out like this: "Hi, I'm Suzy- Susannah I mean. I'm Susannah" I sounded like an idiot. It didn't help Of course That I was talking To a boy A cute boy. I haven't thought A boy was cute Since there was Kyle Who everyone called Bean That was a long time ago And I liked this boy. He said, "Hi Suzy- Susannah I mean I'm Paul." He shook my hand And I Sighed Loudly "Just call me Suzy." |
I tried To tell Emily About Paul (Paul is the guy, you remember.) She was However Far too excited About her own Big News. Emily is engaged. Again. This Big News Is not so Big anymore. Emily has been engaged Four times now. This time around His name is Adrian In my opinion He's an ass And I don't like to curse. But I'll make an exception. |
Paul is a boy. Adrian is a fiancee. I don't know why, But I hate one and like the other. Today I talked to Paul. He was nice to me, Sweet. I think I'm starting to like him. Today I talked to Adrian. He was a jerk to me, As usual. I think I'm starting to hate him. I worry about This whole thing with Paul, Because I don't think he likes me In that way. I don't worry about This whole thing with Adrian, Because surely he and Emily Will break up soon. |
Period two Physics class. The class With Paul. He sits In front of me. And today, He turned around to talk. "Hey Suzy," He said to me, "Want to go out later And see I movie." I didn't say anything. Just smiled and nodded. Once more a shy little Four year old. So tonight we are going To see a movie. I dont know which one; It will be a surprise. Needless to say, I am no longer woried About this whole thing With Paul. |
I had forgotten That Tuesday night, Which is what tonight was, Was old movie night At Bolden’s Cinema. The little theatre. Paul took me there Not to the big cinema Not to the Multiplex Instead he took me To good old Bolden’s I don’t know how he knew That I adore Bolden’s Cinema And even more so adore Old movie night. We went to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s One of my favorites. I was so amazed— Kyle only went to action films I think I’m starting to like Paul… But I told you that before |
This morning I woke up; Hardly an uncommon occurance. But today something happened that was Quite uncommon indeed. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table. "Good morning my Suzy," She sang in that annoying way of hers. "Did'ja miss me while I was gone, love?" Like she had been on a trip. She wasn't on a trip. "Um, hey, Mom," I said, groggy. I was still half in the realm of sleep and dreams. I reached into the fridge for the juice; it was gone. "I gotta go," I muttered to my mother. I was unable to dogde my mother's hug. |
I think I could teach a class On invisibility. I think I would call this class Invisibility 101. The instructions would be Very simple to follow: Just be just like that girl, Suzy Dulvaine. And in this simply named class Of mine, There would be one student there. Paul. He would write a letter to me In invisible ink, on invisible paper, Saying to me, "Suzy, What is wrong? You look upset." And he would pass this class, Invisibility 101, Because Paul, my Paul, Is the only one who noticed it was there. |