Glass (Crank 2)

his arms around

me. I know, and

I know how lucky

that makes me.

Come on. Let’s

take a shower.

He rolls out of

bed, heads for

the bathroom.

I watch him go,

wondering just

what the fuck

that meant to me.

My First Reaction

Is anger. I want to jump up, run

into the bathroom behind him, demand

a reciprocal declaration. [Don’t be stupid.

Demands are the best way to lose someone.]

Now hurt gulps at me. Even

if he doesn’t love me, after all

we just shared, the least he could

do is lie. [You’d rather hear lies?]

If he doesn’t love me, I’m mortified

for giving myself in the ways I just

did. Those things can only be justified

by loving someone heart and soul.

[Men are clods. Maybe he thinks

what he said qualifies as “I love you.”]

What did he say? That he’s lucky because

I love him. Nope, not the same thing at all.