surrender to this luscious i n s a n i t y.
I Grab a Few Dollars
From the cash stash in my purse,
round out my drawer, stow
my inelegant green smock on a hook
in the back room, run to the bathroom
to take a quick peek in the mirror.
My hair is pulled back in a tight
ponytail. I let it loose, and it falls
past my shoulders, shiny and smooth.
Mascara! I search my purse, to no
avail. Guess what I’ve got left
from this morning will have to do.
I don’t look bad, don’t look great.
Oh, well. Trey will be here any-
time. Luckily, I keep my birthday
bread in my wallet. I count out
a hundred, tuck it into my jeans.
I wish I was wearing the tight
ones. These leave plenty to
the imagination, a defense
against Kevin’s obnoxious stares.
Okay, breath mints. A spritz of nice
perfume. (Jake’s unexpected
birthday gift—who told him
how to shop for fragrance?)
I walk out the door just as Trey
pulls up in a stunning new
black-on-black Mustang.
Guess he’s doing okay.