me. Before, I got high
as a way to socialize, to
fit in with the crowd, feel
less inhibited around guys.
This time, though, I’m
spending more and more
of my time, getting more
and more buzzed, alone.
I Tuck That Away
Into a not-so-accessible
recess of my psyche.
Everything is about to change.
I’ll be out around people more.
Mingling in crowds more.
Interacting with men more.
And I’m not talking Kevin
Stewart or Grady or Slot Man.
But first I have to get through
the challenges of this weekend.
Starting with going home and
pretending I’m a perfect mom,
a decent daughter, and a loving
sister. Leigh will arrive soon,
cheerleader in tow. We’ll all
have a wonderful dinner. (Will
anyone notice me, pushing
meat and veggies around on my plate
until everyone leaves the table?)
I won’t sleep tonight. No way.
So tomorrow I’d better turn my