I want to be like Veronica,
craving, needing, loving the attention of the boys.
Crawling for it,
but knows it is coming her way.
Confident, as a vixen who just caught her rabbit.
She gleams off the love of others, she dreams of it, the way they look at her skirts,
flapping in the wind.
And then at the end,
when she is no longer thirsty,
when she has had her full of compliments and emptiness.
She can go back to Archie.