Crank (Crank 1)

and black nightmares.

Adam folded me gently

into his arms,

kissed my sobs,

stilled my quaking.

Don’t cry, Bree. It’s okay now.

The patrol car drew

even, slowed to

a crawl, window

rolled down, inquiring.

Remember, you’re buzzed. Stay cool.

Glad he was there, scared

he was there, I dug deep

for a smile, waved

the cop away.

Come on. Let’s go home.

I Held Tight

to his shirt

all the way home,

clung fast like

a paranoid kitten.

Dad wasn’t there,

no doubt bowling

off his own buzz,

so I asked Adam in.

We stayed up all

night, smoking,

talking, I struggle

to remember

exactly what