Glass (Crank 2)

a fearful child.

“I know you have

to go. But I don’t

know how to let

you. So just go.”

The Door Closes

behind him.

I pretend he’s

just gone to

the kitchen.

I worried all

last night. I’m

all worried out.

All smoked out.

All talked out.

Sleep hovers,

just there, and

I reach for it so

I won’t hear the

girls’ good-byes,

the Mustang’s rev,

the tink-tink of its

chains against

the pavement.

Chains against

the icy pavement.

Chains against

the snow. It’s

snowing, I think.

Snowing in my