Glass (Crank 2)

I drive away without looking back.

No good-byes for either of them.

I’ll never deal with Grade E again.

As I drive home, it occurs to me

that this might just have been

for the best. Not seeing Brendan.

No, that will never be a good thing.

What I mean is, the pitiful state

of this meth. I’ll go out tonight

with Dad and Linda Sue.

We’ll blow through this awful

eight ball. Then I’ll move

on without the monster

breathing against my neck,

begging me to do one more

little whiff. That’s it, okay.

One more all-nighter, then

I’ll quit cold [lukewarm] turkey.

Dad Finally Calls

A little after four P.M. Guess

troll and fairy “rested up”

for tonight’s plotted

devilry.

I spent the day with Mom

and “the girls,” shopping

for Hunter’s baptism

outfit.

It’s adorable—a tiny white

tuxedo, with dancing Poohs

and Tiggers on the satin