Crank (Crank 1)

sentence structure.

“Lince’s coming home.

Let’s see other people.”

Unusual

paragraph construction.

My face flushed

tears poked my eyes,

scar tissue twisted my heart,

wrapped itself around arteries,

closed tight around my jugular.

I coughed pain.

I never went to Albuquerque

expecting to find love.

I thought it had found me there,

followed me home.

I never came home,

expecting to lose

love in the space

of one brief

telephone call.

Is it always so short-lived?

Mom Knocked on My Door

I found that strange.

She never knocked.

May I come in?

Never asked for permission

to come in. Permission.

That word again.

We haven’t had a chance to talk

since you got home.