Glass (Crank 2)

He makes a buy.

A half ounce. And he says,

I’ll be calling for more.

Perfect

I made a nice little profit,

plan to make a bigger

profit at my next stop.

Brendan and I hook

up around back

at the Sev.

Can’t do

the deal here.

Get in, he says, but

I insist “No, we’ll take

my car.” It’s bigger. Safer.

And, behind the wheel, I’ve got

the power. We drive in silence

a mile or so up Virginia Grade.

Despite being gravel,

the road is icy, the

shoulders piled

with snow.

It will be

tough to turn

around, so I keep

driving until I find a place

where I can do that. I want to

be parked in the direction of quick

escape. Just in case. Finally Brendan

says, I was surprised you called.