Fallout (Crank 3)

Sort of like black coffee, although

it fluctuates. Sometimes there are

little flecks of gold. If you could

make those coalesce, turn your

aura more toffee than coffee,

things would be different. Let me

give you some exercises….

Everyone needs a mystic aunt for a

surrogate mom. Sometimes it’s hard

to believe she’s only thirty-four.

I swear she must be reincarnated.

Some ancient witch, burned at the stake,

returned for a shot at redemption.

WHATEVER SHE IS

Witch or gypsy,

I don’t have time

to think about it

now. I summon as

many gold flecks

as I can, hope they

turn me toffee-er,

point myself toward

Ms. Carol’s room.

Cherie feels generous

today, or maybe

she’s got something

to brag on. She’s

waiting by her locker,

which is two down

from mine. I don’t