Glass (Crank 2)

with us. Share a “not guilty” plea

to several charges, including

possession of and trafficking

methamphetamine, importing

it across the state line.

The only other thing we’ll

share for quite a while is our

fate. Already indexed

in that mostly unwritten

book is extradition.

Nevada wants us also.

Serious charges there, too.

No longer will Trey and I share

an apartment, a car, a bed. Won’t

share a pipe. A cigarette. A kiss.

Won’t share promises.

Dreams.

Vows.

We will, however, share one

very special thing, in the not-

too-distant future. A baby. All

that poking, prodding, and analysis,

in search of AIDS or Hep C, netted

that information. Guess it’s too

late to make that appointment

with Planned Parenthood.

I only hope I’m out of jail

before that big day comes.

One Option

Can shorten my stay.