Glass (Crank 2)

buys candy, just

in case.

It’s been a little over three weeks since Trey

and I were together, and I can’t get him

out of my mind. At work, at home, amidst

Thanksgiving preparations, he’s all I can

think about. Well, Trey and ice. Every

morning before work, I get high.

Every day after work before I go

home, I get high. Not too high, just

maintenance high. I’m at the point

where that’s enough to stay semisane,

but not so much that I can’t eat.

A little.

Sleep.

A little.

I know I’ve got to sleep a lot soon.

Suffer the crash-and-burn. Come down

all the way. But with a fabulous stash

within easy reach, I don’t know how to

make myself do that. I’ve heard after

a while your body will just shut down,

speed or no speed. I’m almost looking

forward to that. Today is Thanksgiving.

I’ve got to work, so Mom is planning

the feast for after four. Turkey and all

the trimmings.

Ugh! How

will I do

that?