Crank (Crank 1)

me down the path to hell.

You’ve got so much promise….

Then again, if she did, would I

own up? Confess that I had taken

the lead on this perilous journey?

Please don’t throw it all away.

My mind churned love. Mom loved

me. Adam loved me. I suspected

Chase might love me,

I love you, Kristina Georgia.

(I was pretty sure Brendan

only loved the big “v.”)

Who loved me more?

Wh

o loved me most?

Now, please come down to dinner.

I Did

I sat at the table,

brain blank, head

spinning,

something

that sounded

suspiciously liquidy

whooshing

between my ears,

trying not to look

like the space cadet

I felt like,

struggling

to form coherent