picked up speed
 
 no limits, no top end,
 
 just a high velocity rush
 
 to madness.
 
 Alone
 
 everything changes.
 
 Some might call it distorted reality,
 
 but it’s exactly the place I need to be:
 
 no mom,
 
 Marie, ever more distant,
 
 in her midlife quest for fame
 
 no stepfather,
 
 Scott, stern and heavy-handed
 
 with unattainable expectations
 
 no big sister,
 
 Leigh, caught up in a tempest
 
 of uncertain sexuality
 
 no little brother,
 
 Jake, spoiled and shameless
 
 in his thievery of my niche.
 
 Alone,
 
 there is only the person inside.
 
 I’ve grown to like her better
 
 than the stuck-up husk of me. She’s
 
 not quite silent,
 
 shouts obscenities just because
 
 they roll so well off the tongue
 
 not quite straight-A,
 
 but talented in oh-so-many
 
 enviable ways