Glass (Crank 2)

fair. Brad hardly qualifies as

a stranger. He’s become a real

friend, not to mention an ear for

my semi-demented ramblings,

mostly about Trey, who still

hasn’t learned to call. When he

first left, it was easy to believe

he was just too busy with settling

into the new semester. But now

I’m starting to think he has settled

into his pretty new girlfriend.

Don’t worry is Brad’s learned

council. Trey has never been

a master communicator.

But the fact is, I’m lonely, way

out here in Red Rock, still no

transportation, and no company

during the day but a couple of kids.

They’ve warmed up to me some,

but I will never be Mommy.

Trey manages to touch base

maybe once or twice a week.

Not enough. Not enough.

And there’s not enough crystal

between here and Mexico to combat

my growing sense of isolation.

Alone

Everything changes.

You might call it

distorted