to seeing me through until
morning when I cuold
give Chase a call
Conservation, in fact,
might be the solution.
The solution to staying high
and still maintaining my way
through class work, homework,
and family dinners.
I knew I couldn’t
manage it straight.
Couldn’t manage not to sink
into a swamp of self-pity,
quicksand
for a fractured psyche.
Kristina crumbled.
I called for Bree.
Brain Waves
ping-ponging inside
my skull, no hope
of sleep or easy
egress
to a plane where memory
could not intrude, I bent my
head, submitting to
shame.
Why had I gone? What
had I done? Who would
want me now? How could I
deny