Glass (Crank 2)

And as the milk begins

to flow, so do my tears.

“Mommy loves you,

Hunter Seth. No matter

what, Mommy loves you.”

He looks up at me

with spectacular green

eyes and, around my

very sore nipple, smiles

a toothless baby smile.

Now You Might Think

That tender scene might make

me change my mind, and truthfully,

I have thought twice.

But I don’t want to think again.

I MapBlast directions to Robyn’s

apartment, load a small ice chest

with soda, to fight the wah-wahs

sure to strike on my way home.

If it gets too late, promise me

you’ll stop and spend the night,

Mom insists. Here’s some money.

She hands me a crisp $100 bill.

Suddenly it strikes me that I

haven’t even thought about the money

end of the transaction to come.

Lucky me. A hundred will just

about cover it. Still, if prices

haven’t risen with inflation,

another hundred will score