Glass (Crank 2)

to bring his lips close to my

ear. Careful driving home. I

want you all in one piece.

He Wants Me

All in one piece.

But does that mean

he wants me?

I take the stairs slowly,

head turning cartwheels.

It’s been so long

since anyone has

wanted me.

At the bottom of the stairs,

I turn to look over my shoulder.

I want to believe

that he wants me.

But it’s impossible.

Trey’s backlit silhouette

is still in the doorway.

Maybe it isn’t

impossible. Only

highly unlikely.

He raises a hand, waves

a good-bye. Closes the door.

I never used to

second-guess

myself. What’s up?

The porch light winks out.

Is Trey staying the night?

Well, of course he is.