Glass (Crank 2)

One quick step.

I go to the railing,

tilt my face over, into

a cold, black breeze.

Into death,

reaching out for me.

It touches my face,

tempting me,

It’s easy.

No! Not yet. I throw

myself into reverse,

head back to the motel.

Bright and Early

The next morning, Brad

calls on his way to work.

Glad you’re up. Is

everything okay?

“I’ve been up since day

before yesterday. And

everything’s fucked,

like anyone gives a shit.”

Okay, I’m kind of bitchy.

Several reasons for that.

Brad ignores the jab. I talked

to Cesar. He’s good with

meeting you. After work?

“Sure. Pick me up? You

know where to find me.”

For the second time I’m

about to become intertwined