Glass (Crank 2)

of guilt, I ask the monster to

up to the plate, hit an inside-the-skull

home run. It doesn’t disappoint me.

Then I go to shower, douse myself

with deodorant and mouthwash.

Finally I hear the approaching party.

I zoom to meet them, at light speed.

Leigh Has Put On a Few Pounds

And it suits her almost

as much as shedding several

suits me. (You’d be surprised

how much weight you can

lose in two weeks when you

barely eat enough to keep

a very small rodent alive.)

Anyway, it’s awesome to see her

again. She hasn’t visited since

before Hunter’s birth. I know

she was mad at me for everything

that happened, and maybe she

had a right to be. Or maybe not.

I mean, she isn’t exactly

the perfect daughter herself.

Here she comes, waltzing

down the hall on her lover’s

arm—a stunning lesbian pair,

acting like they belong here.

[Belong here, together. Not

much room for us anymore!]

Bree talking, again. Shut up!