Glass (Crank 2)

No way can I ask for a pack

now. Kevin knows my age.

But in two more days not

only will I be old enough

to buy them, I’ll have them

at my easy disposal.

Kevin pauses, extends a hand,

so sweaty it threatens to slip

from my grasp. Welcome to

the team, Kristina. You’ll be

working with Midge there…. He

points to the middle-aged

redhead behind the blinking

cash register. Say hello to

Kristina, Midge.

She turns in my direction,

gives me a harder inspection

than Kevin himself did. And,

though she mutters an abbreviated

hi (can’t get much shorter than

that, I know, but it came out

kind of like “h”), the almost

obscene roll of her eyes says

most eloquently, Oh, great.

Here we go again.

Like I Care

I have my out.

I have my high.

I have more stash

waiting.