Crank (Crank 1)

golden eyes, flecked green.

He purred and she looked up.

I gasped at her face.

My face.

So Much for Sleep

Jump-started awake,

I sat up in bed,

found the eyes of the lynx

at the glass, snarls

in the hallway.

Sweat-drenched,

shivering, I threw back

the sheet, went to the

window, three flights

above a deserted alley.

Found no eyes but dream eyes.

One demon conquered,

I slipped on flip-flops,

mediocre protection

against monster

cockroaches, wandered

toward the kitchen.

Found no snarls but Dad’s snores.

I Hid Out for Three Days

Spent them sleeping in,

like Dad.

I work late. No shame in that.

Afternoons we ate fast

food and talked.

Sure I want more. Some day.