Crank (Crank 1)

school

the next day. Craved down

time when I had to gear up,

sustenance

though I might throw it up,

silence when I knew my

family

would be waiting to share

news of the day. The very

monotony

I had lately disdained

cried out to me: I am

essential

without me you will

wither, like this

summer

folding up into fall;

freeze hard, water in

winter

awaiting the first breath of

spring; uproot, grass in a

wind

blown into tornado;

parch, like earth denied

rain.

Mom’s Car Wasn’t in the Driveway

Which Roused Me

riled me,

made me

want to