Glass (Crank 2)

after all. We’re taking things

one day at a time. One night

at a time.

The Problem with Meth

Is similar. It changes

everything. The monster

and I are still friends.

But we’re a different

kind of friends. More

than pals, fuck buddies.

Six months since we met up

again, we are inseparable,

an intricate weave.

No longer do I believe

this is a temporary fling.

More like total commitment.

More like I have walked

down the aisle, holding

hands with the monster.

I don’t think about the future,

or what life would be like

without crystal. It’s almost

always here, within easy

reach. I don’t think about

what it might be doing to

my brain, or my heart.

I know people die from doing

too much. But I’m in control.

Okay, mostly in control.

I am thin. But that’s how