Glass (Crank 2)

have kept it where some stupid burglar

could find it. Steal it. Pawn it.

Take the money and pay off her debt

to La Eme, ask for another front.

Perhaps not the best move, but I’m

no longer worried about making those.

I’m just trying to stay high and survive,

whatever that takes. I have no plans

for the future. Any future. As Cesar

might say, Qué será, será. What will

be, will be. No one lives forever, do

they? For some, living longer, slower,

less complicated lives is their only

goal. Personally, I need to live faster,

even if it means dying younger. Don’t

ask me why. As for the guilt, it comes

and goes. Mostly, it’s gone, right along

with Mom’s jewelry and a chunk of her

money. Part of me thinks she deserves

it. Another part doesn’t know why.

I Consider That in the Shower

Scrubbing off yesterday’s sweat,

last night’s sex. All of a sudden,

the front door throbs with noise.

Knocking. Pounding. Thumping.

Whoever it is wants a reaction.

But who? The manager? Cops?

Shaking, I wrap a towel around

myself, wishing Trey was here

instead of making a delivery.