Glass (Crank 2)

my baby, my heart. I

could tell you those

things, but they’d be

lies—nothing new for

me, true. But if all I

wrote was lies, you

wouldn’t really know

my story. I want you

to know. Not a day

passes when I don’t

think about getting

high. Strung. Getting

out of this deep well

of monotony I’m

slowly drowning in.

I Was a Junior

When I had Hunter,

a semester away from

early graduation and a hell

of a lot farther than that

away from independence.

To find freedom that even

the magic number eighteen

can’t buy, I need

a job. To get that, I need

a diploma, or at least a GED.

I have no choice but to live

at home, under the prying

eyes of my mom and Scott.

I’ll help watch the baby