I stared at her pale neck with the purple bruise,
bite shaped.  I wondered at her boldness,
not caring that all of us could see.  

Bleached blond sitting in home room, defiant,
daring anyone to ask how’d she come to get that.
Assigned home room by our last names, a clue.  

Could I find her in the yearbook? I can’t remember
her name but want to find her, so she won’t be nobody
any more,  not just the girl with the purple bite.