Glass (Crank 2)

let up since I walked in the door. Trey

will never make it today. Guess

I’ll have to call a tow truck,

unless Brad can pull me

out with his big ol’

Dodge four by four.

But he and the girls

are still sleeping off

their Christmas flicks.

Wonder when they’ll

get up. Wonder if Trey

will call. Wonder if some

wayward cop discovered

the car, scraped snow

from the windows,

peeked inside,

hoping to find

something dead

past the frozen

glass. Wonder

just how close I

came to not ever

wondering about

anything again.

After a While

The house crackles alive.

Footsteps fall, weighted,

on the stairs. I get up

and trail them down

to the kitchen. Brad