Glass (Crank 2)

hills, eyes almost as red

as mine must be. Just about

the time the sky shimmers

light, Hunter wakes up.

I go to him quickly, hustle

into the kitchen to fix him

a bottle, kissing him quiet.

Since Mom was up so

incredibly late last night

(worrying about me!)

[hey, conscience, remember?],

she might just sleep in.

Maybe she’ll be so rested

that she’ll only give me

the second degree. I’m

sure not in any mood

for the third.

But It’s Saturday

Mom and a friend of hers

always go to the gym early

to work out. Which means

no way will she sleep in.

She pads into the kitchen,

notices I’m feeding Hunter.

Glad to see you made it home

okay. What time did you get in?

I suppose I could lie, but

that’s just stupid. “Around

four thirty, I guess. I’ll take

a nap when Hunter does.”