Crank (Crank 1)

The Return of Guinivere

She took in the scene,

face cinder-block hard,

eyes blinking like

mad, black turn signals.

“Who is she?”

As if he had something

to explain. He didn’t,

did he? Yet his voice was

right beside my ear,

Bree.

I swear I saw her claws

spring out. I froze, prey.

She told me her name was

Lince. Then translated,

“Lynx.”

She had claimed her territory.

I decided to let the wildcats

play, uninterrupted. His warm

hand whispered against mine.

See you soon.

His promise fell,

soft as a premonition,

followed by the bobcat’s

predatory growl,

“Me too.”

That’ll Teach Me

to spy

to moan

to covet