me down the path to hell.
You’ve got so much promise….
Then again, if she did, would I
own up? Confess that I had taken
the lead on this perilous journey?
Please don’t throw it all away.
My mind churned love. Mom loved
me. Adam loved me. I suspected
Chase might love me,
I love you, Kristina Georgia.
(I was pretty sure Brendan
only loved the big “v.”)
Who loved me more?
Wh
o loved me most?
Now, please come down to dinner.
I Did
I sat at the table,
brain blank, head
spinning,
something
that sounded
suspiciously liquidy
whooshing
between my ears,
trying not to look
like the space cadet
I felt like,
struggling
to form coherent