and falling all over
again. I felt out of
control, a meteorite
tumbling
through space,
tugged by gravity
toward certain doom.
Jerked Awake
well after dark,
yanked into consciousness
by Mom and Scott, yelling in the hall.
“Are you blind, Marie? You don’t sleep
like that unless you’re crashing.”
She’s running a fever, Scott.
And just what makes you an expert?
“Come on. We both know the scene.
You just refuse to believe it.”
We had a long talk today. She swears
the only thing she has tried is pot.
“Like your sweet, little Kristina
is above lying to you?”
But what do we do? Search her
room? Have her tested?
“We pull the reins tighter. No dates.
Straight home after school.”
For how long? We can’t keep her
locked up here forever.
“At least until report cards come home.
If her grades are okay, she’s free.”
What about tonight? Should I try