Glass (Crank 2)

Instead I chose to sit here,

stressing over Trey and his

family. Stressing over why

I don’t qualify to share their

table. Is it really any girl

that wouldn’t make the cut?

Or is i

t just me? Exactly what

is wrong with me? What?

Well, I’m not entirely alone.

I can share what’s left of

this day with my Christmas

presents. I wind the music

box, open the lid. The sweet

melody offers familiarity,

and there’s solace in that.

But there’s more solace in

the pipe and what goes inside

it. Getting tweaked alone is

not what I’d have chosen.

But it’s better than being

alone and not getting tweaked.

How long until they get back?

How long will I sit here, staring

out the window, listening to

my favorite Beethoven, all by

myself? How long will I hit

my new milky blue pipe, all

alone? How much can I do?

Turns Out