Glass (Crank 2)

him up, hug him

close, and see he’s

okay, except for

biting through his

bottom lip. He stops

crying, looks up at

me with big dark

eyes, as if to say,

You let me fall. How

could you let me fall?

That’s not what a

mother should do.

And it hits me. Maybe

Mom was right, after all.

Trey Is Gone

A very long time.

Daylight

fades to darkness, and still

no word. I call his cell. Nothing.

I put Hunter to bed, worry

prickling my senses. I could

get high. Instead, I let myself

doze on the love seat. By the time

the creak of the door wakes me,

my neck is stiff from tilting so

long at an odd angle. That is not

conducive to a quiet discussion.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Spent all day job hunting.

I figured I deserved a couple