Glass (Crank 2)
supposed to love me, but doesn’t call.
I brush my teeth with the same energy
I used on my body, notice a streak of blood
in the spit that spirals down the drain.
No worries. That’s normal, right?
Cleansed, scented, hair wet and cool
down the length of my spine, I feel like
a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little
wonder, how the gods toyed with humans.
Toyed with women, to watch
them squirm, pollinate the seeds
of despair; toyed with men, to
satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.
I know it’s not right, that I have
no right at all to do what I’m about
to do. Maybe he’ll say no, send me
back here to swim in emptiness.
Wearing Nothing
But a thigh-length button-up shirt,
barely buttoned, I creep down the hall.
Stop outside the girls’ door, poke
my head inside. Lights out. Totally.
One step at a time, silent as night,
I keep going until I reach Brad’s room.
One ear to the door. Not a sound.
I knock softly and he says, Come in.
He’s lying in bed, alone in the dark,
only moonlight to let me know.
I hesitate, but Bree gives me a shove.
[Go on. It’s only between the two of us.]