exactly why. Hunter? Something
about…Oh, now it all comes
back to me. I screwed up.
I screwed up and Mom called
me on it. Called. Called?
Did Trey call? I reach for my cell.
No voice mail. He didn’t call?
I punch my own call button.
On the other end, the phone
rings and rings, finally goes
to voice mail. “Would you please
call me?” I beg. “I need you.”
Where the hell is he, anyway?
Then I glance at the clock
on my phone. Three A.M.
Most likely he’s sleeping.
But is he sleeping alone?
No More Sleep for Me
Now that I’m awake, I can feel the cold,
whittling my skin, worrying my bones.
I want to get high, but I need to eat first.
My belly is empty as a Mojave water hole.
Three A.M. I’ll have to drive to Denny’s
if I want to eat at this hour of the day.
I start the car, de-ice the windows, wonder
why Trey never called me back.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m in a pink
and orange booth, waiting for my Moons
Over My Hammy. Filling. Easy to eat.
Cheap. Guess I won’t be eating at home