Glass (Crank 2)

look on the verge of

crashing.

Okay, That’s Bad

Even totally glazed, I know

Dad will be asking to share

what’s left of my stash,

which makes me angry. Pissed.

Relieved. Some deep down straight

part of me wants to shake the monster.

Maybe I can if I quit right now.

I’ll worry about it later. Right

now I’m worried about Leigh,

whose eyes are wide with emotion—

a strange mix of hate, love, and apathy.

If Mom is smart, she won’t let Dad

inside. But ever the hostess, Mom

would be hard-pressed to dismiss

even a troll and his fairy

without first offering refreshments.

As they all start toward the door,

Leigh’s body language changes

from curious to volatile. Every

inch of her tenses like a cheetah,

ready to pounce. Heather notices,

goes over to Leigh, strokes her hair,

kisses her lightly on the mouth.

Don’t take the offensive.

Don’t give away your power.

Except for the Kiss Thing

My respect for Heather