Glass (Crank 2)

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