It feels like a lead anchor,
sinking
in a sea of quilt,
tugging me toward repose.
I’m drifting. Sleeping?
A parade of
faces
floats behind my closed
eyes. An ethereal Robyn
grins, her ecru face
distorting
into a vampirelike apparition.
Right behind her comes Trey
(predator or prey?),
handsome
and hungry as a winter-
starved coyote. Segue
to Grady, Grade-E loser,
vile
convenience store
slave and crystal meth
submissive, followed
by Leigh, my absent,
beautiful
sister, with her lesbian
lover, the cheerleader.
Then Mom and Scott, who
must suspect the
uglier
side of last night’s adventure.