Glass (Crank 2)

that makes me feel. Here, now.

You’re my new girlfriend, okay?

I don’t know if he means for real,

or for the benefit of the kids,

but either way, I’m fine with it.

I’m someone’s new girlfriend, at least

for the moment. “Okay.” I wrap

my arm around his waist. Seamless.

A Little Girl

Opens the door. She’s about six and looks

like an Irish doll—with bright green eyes

and soft red curls. Daddy! It’s Trey!

Trey reaches down, scoops her up.

How’s my little Devon tonight?

The affection between them is clear.

The doorway shadows. Brad is younger

than I pictured him, somewhere in his late

twenties, and there is a definite resemblance

to Trey. Okay, you get what I mean by

that. For an older guy, he’s really cute.

LaTreya stands behind him, attached like a tail.

Trey pushes inside, reaches around

Brad to tickle LaTreya under the chin.

She can’t help but giggle. Stop it, Trey!

Trey reaches for my hand, pulls me across

the threshold. Hey, everyone, this is Kristina.

He kisses my forehead. Isn’t she pretty?

The kids give dubious looks, and I suspect

a fair amount of jealousy. They want to be

his girls. [Tell them to get in line.]