Glass (Crank 2)

to be there, don’t you think?”

The church isn’t far as

the crow flies, but it’s all

surface streets to get there.

Dad finds a cashier and

we hurry to his car, parked

in the garage at the far

casino. Round and round,

down to the exit. Straight

down Sierra Street to

McCarran, Reno’s major

loop road. Speed limit

or under all the way

(a good idea, all things

considered), we limp

into the parking lot, looking

exactly like we’ve stayed

up all night, at nine forty-

seven. Everyone’s inside.

Everyone, that is, except

Mom.

I Don’t Think

I’ve ever seen her so pissed,

and believe me, I’ve seen

her pissed before. But nothing

like this. She lights into us

before we reach the door.

Nice of you to show up

for your own baby’s baptism,

Kristina Georgia. I can believe