Glass (Crank 2)

Jake will watch, with some

sort of bent satisfaction.

Hunter will cry, and I’ll bloat

with guilt for not loving him better.

By the time I reach the front

door, I’ve built a barrier against

all that. Don’t want to hear

it. Refuse to hear it. All I want

to do is lie on my bed, listen

to music through headphones,

think about being with Trey,

dream about the semester break.

Suddenly I feel angry. Out

of-control pissed off at the world.

I yank open the door, slam

it shut behind me. Scott stomps

in from the kitchen. What the hell

was that about? Did you have

a fight with your boyfriend?

The last word drips vitriol.

If you think you can disrespect

my house in this way, you’d

better think about living

somewhere else. Understand?

Obviously, they’ve been

discussing options. Like

kicking me out of here. Mom

comes up behind Scott, carrying

a smiling Hunter, and it comes

to me that I have the means