Crank (Crank 1)

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