Glass (Crank 2)

alone in my room,

simmering,

one click of the burner away from

a hard boil, in a big red pot of

anger

Okay, true he never asked

me to snub my own family,

never

promised to spend this day

with me. Never

expected

I might choose time with

him over time with them, but

to be

honest, I never would have

believed I could be

rejected

in such a way by someone

who’s supposed to love me.

So what

does that say about the way

I rejected those who love me?

Do I

call Mom, tell her I’m sorry,

I couldn’t find a ride?

Do

I ask her to come get me, please

come and get me right

now,

two hours until the big feast?