Glass (Crank 2)

(Godfather? Thank goodness I don’t

know all the little details. They

might make me change my mind.)

But I’m happy (and sort of surprised)

to say I’ve managed to keep my use

pretty much under control.

I’ve only indulged maybe twice

a day, and yesterday I completely

ignored the monster’s whining.

Mostly because my body finally

demanded the sleep of the dead.

I claimed a flu bug was taking me

down, and Mom believed every word.

With my red eyes, sweats, and chills, no

doubt I looked the part. I slept thirteen

hours, got up and ate dinner, then crashed

back out until this morning. Of course,

the first thing I did when I got up was

sneak around back for a quick toke.

I have to admit I totally misjudged a few

things, like the crystal’s effect on my mothering

capabilities. I thought it would make it

easier to segue into my daytime routine

after late-night hours cajoling Hunter

to please, please go back to sleep.

Instead, the glass tends to make me

(with apologies for the coming pun)

a tad cranky. Imagine trying to placate

a fussy baby when his crying sends

major body rushes up and down your spine,