Glass (Crank 2)

Better go. My mind is going places

it shouldn’t. See you in the morning.

The door snaps shut behind him.

My mind is going places

it shouldn’t too. I call Trey,

before my body follows.

The Downside

About counting on someone else

to help you do the right thing

is they’re not always available.

In Trey’s case, that’s often.

The downside of smoking ice

is when you can’t get hold of

someone, sometimes you get mad.

In my case, that’s tonight.

As usual, I get Trey’s message center.

Tonight, I need to hear his voice,

live in my ear. Where are you, damn

it all? Can’t you just once pick up?

Buzzed, antsy, I try TV for company.

But late-night tripe won’t backfill

the gaping hole inside me. The longer

I sit here, the more cavernous it grows.

I go into the bathroom, turn on the

shower, hot enough to redden my

skin, scrub away the building desire

in a release of sandalwood steam.

No such luck. All it does is remind

me of sharing this small, encapsulated

place with the person I love, the one who’s