look on the verge of
crashing.
Okay, That’s Bad
Even totally glazed, I know
Dad will be asking to share
what’s left of my stash,
which makes me angry. Pissed.
Relieved. Some deep down straight
part of me wants to shake the monster.
Maybe I can if I quit right now.
I’ll worry about it later. Right
now I’m worried about Leigh,
whose eyes are wide with emotion—
a strange mix of hate, love, and apathy.
If Mom is smart, she won’t let Dad
inside. But ever the hostess, Mom
would be hard-pressed to dismiss
even a troll and his fairy
without first offering refreshments.
As they all start toward the door,
Leigh’s body language changes
from curious to volatile. Every
inch of her tenses like a cheetah,
ready to pounce. Heather notices,
goes over to Leigh, strokes her hair,
kisses her lightly on the mouth.
Don’t take the offensive.
Don’t give away your power.
Except for the Kiss Thing
My respect for Heather