Fallout (Crank 3)

at all—the fact is, she’s incapable

of loving me like a mother should.

So I can’t let myself love her

like a daughter should. To unlock

myself in such a way would simply

be an invitation to heartbreak.

ALMOST DONE

Feeling sorry for myself when

a little warning chimes in my head.

Mom is the queen of denial.

Not her meth? Maybe not, but

odds are

decent she’s using again.

Wouldn’t be the first time

she jumped off the wagon.

One time she came to visit so

high

that she didn’t realize the guy

she was putting the moves on

happened to be my caseworker.

Not like we all couldn’t tell

she

was lit. Her sweat-sequined skin

leaked a smell like tar remover.

When Darla asked if she wanted

to join us for dinner, Mom

lied,

claiming a bad case of fast-food

poisoning. And when the cute

clean-cut dude finally mentioned