Glass (Crank 2)

We share yet another

bowl, then Trey says,

It’s after one. We should

probably call it a night.

He pulls me to my feet,

and as we start upstairs,

I turn to say good night.

Brad’s looking at us

in an odd way. He smiles

and waves, but not before

I can interpret the look

on his face—envy.

We tiptoe upstairs, past

the pink bedroom where two

little girls dream of eight

tiny reindeer. My first Christmas

away from home. My first

Christmas in my new home.

My first Christmas with Trey,

and I pray it isn’t my last.

Especially as He Gently Peels

My clothes from my body, picks

me up, carries me naked to the bed,

like we’re on our honeymoon.

As he takes off his own clothes,

I tell him, “I think your cousin

is just a wee bit jealous.”

Can’t blame him a bit.

If the situation was reversed,

I’d be jealous too. Jealous