Glass (Crank 2)

For the Next Few Hours

Heather and I pretend

cordiality, amidst watching

Mom cook; Jake show off

his soccer trophies; and

watching Leigh play with Hunter, who

is happy to have company.

Which most definitely

stimulates not a small

amount of guilt in me.

Since my Stockton trip,

I must admit, I’ve spent

minimal time with him.

When my buzz starts

to wear off, I find an

excuse to sneak off

to my car, grab a toke,

maintain the very sharp

edge I’d honed earlier.

When I return, sucking

a mint, Heather smiles

the kind of smile that

says she might be just

the tiniest bit envious.

File that away for later use.

I actually almost think

about offering her a whiff.

But what if I’m wrong?

What if all she wants

is to double dunk me