Glass (Crank 2)

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