Glass (Crank 2)

smiles, snug in his infant seat.

Okay, then. We won’t be long.

She goes to the foot of the stairs.

Jake! Come on! Leigh’s waiting

for us at the airport.

Mom and Jake Leave

I gentle the big quilt

from its place of honor

on the living room couch,

shake it onto the floor

beneath the big picture

windows, marveling

for about the thousandth

time at the patience Mom

must have had to patch

the pieces all together.

Then I go get Hunter,

lay him in the center

of the colorful fabric

potpourri, lie down

next to him, and marvel

for about the millionth

time at how stunningly

handsome he is. Pride

inflates inside me, before

segueing to massive guilt.

I feel spectacular. I feel

shitty. I feel on top of

the world. I feel like I’m

on my way to hell. The