Glass (Crank 2)

They tense as he shifts,

making me tense too.

His thighs

lean but strong, make

me even more tense.

[Go on. Touch them.]

He’s the whole package,

okay, and I want to unwrap

it, explore what’s inside,

under the denim.

He Finds a Secluded Parking Place

This looks okay, don’t you think?

I agree, “Looks good to me.”

Hope you’re ready to rocket.

I give a brisk nod. “Way overdue.”

Excellent. He loads his pipe, hands

it to me. I can’t help but smile

at the meth—a clear shard of glass.

I inhale gently, gratefully, pass

it back for him to do the same,

close my eyes to ride the giant rush.

Trey is generous. Within a few minutes,

I have climbed to a very tall buzz.

So what do you think? Was I lying?

“It’s the best meth I’ve ever done.”

He touches my knee. You want more?

“Absolutely.” [And more glass, too.]

The price drops a lot for a quantity.

Heat pulses at my temples. “Like…?”

We could get a half for eight hundred.