Fallout (Crank 3)

We cried together for a long time.

Finally I said, “Make love to me.

I need to remember how it feels.”

It felt rough. Like punishment.

Punishment for his own pain.

I REMEMBER HOW IT FELT

All the way to Fresno.

Ms. Shreeveport tries

to make conversation.

For about fifteen minutes.

I surround myself with

a silence-bricked wall.

Finally she gets it.

You’ve got a lot on your mind.

Well, yeah. Like not

knowing what’s coming

next. Like wondering why

my life can’t remain static.

Like thinking about

Kyle and me, on the seat

of his truck, learning

how much real love hurts.

Like remembering what

he said, when our tears

had dried. On the surface.

Don’t worry. I’ll figure something out.

I WASN’T IN LOVE

With Bakersfield. (Only

with a guy who lives there.)

But I already hate Fresno.