Glass (Crank 2)

hard as stones and leaking

a little. Another twinge

of guilt. No more

breast milk for Hunter.

Trey hands me a scrap of paper.

Here’s my number, and give

me yours, too, okay?

In case you forget to call.

His hand brushes mine

like a summer kiss. Heightened

by the meth spinning circles

in my brain, his simple touch—

not to mention his request—

sparks shivers, thigh to neck.

But it is time to go. I spent

my motel money, and anyway,

I’m much too buzzed

to sleep. Might as well drive

on home. Three hours will

go by like nothing, this buzzed.

“Thanks for everything, Robyn.

Awesome meeting you, Trey.

Hope to see you again soon.”

Real, real soon.

I Start to Leave

Reconsider, knowing I’ll

want to stop for a small

pick-me-up along

the long road home.

“Oh, hey. Can you spare