first time in too many months.
Meth. Tobacco. A chance
at a spectacular guy, even
if he does live three hours
away, over a major mountain.
I get to Reno sometimes.
Will he come just for me?
“Yeah, right,” Kristina
says. “Trey is going to
dump Robyn (who no
doubt gives him head
after giving him money)
and drive over the Sierras
for a frumpy chick with a
baby, who lives with her
parents, who are going to
bust her anyway.”
[Shut the hell up.] Bree
talking, damn her sharp,
irritating whisper. [Don’t
talk too much, keep your
(my) temper in check, leave
the ranting to Mom and Scott,
you’ll (we’ll) be just fine.
And whatever you do,
leave your conscience—
and confessions—behind.]
I sit in bed, arguing
with myself until the sun
peeks up over the eastern