Here comes the denial.
Her shoulders go stiff and
her head starts twisting
side to side. But she doesn’t
dare let her eyes meet mine.
What are you talking about?
“Hey, no prob. I’m not a spy,
and it’s all your life anyway.
I’m just saying you might
as well be wearing a sign
that says ‘I Like Ice.’ If
I were you, I’d skip dinner.”
I turn, start for the door,
and Erica’s voice stops me.
It’s just so hard to feel good,
you know? I do know. And
more than that, it’s just
so incredibly hard to feel.
MAYBE THAT’S WHY
I have also felt the gnawing desire to try
crystal, despite knowing what it did
to
Barely There Dad
to
Rarely Here Mom.
Maybe they were just trying to feel
something too. Something besides
heat
for each other
hate