(I was supposed to put my dirties
 
 in the laundry room, but who could remember?)
 
 Sucki
 
 ng down coffee, nibbling a half cup
 
 of honey-sweetened corn flakes
 
 for a slight rush of caffeine and carbs.
 
 Catching a ride with Robyn or one
 
 of my Avenue buds, coaxing myself
 
 mostly awake with a whiff of white.
 
 Twenty minutes on the Avenue
 
 before the bell rang, tempering
 
 my morning buzz with nicotine.
 
 Stumbling into homeroom, most likely tardy,
 
 hoping Mrs. Twedt wouldn’t notice
 
 and reward me with detention.
 
 Making some classes, cutting others,
 
 deciding which would be which
 
 by which was which the day before.
 
 And somehow I managed to convince
 
 myself life with the monster
 
 was not routine.
 
 Problem Number Two: Relationships
 
 Old friendships, tucked away
 
 like treasures,
 
 relegated to tokens of yesterday.
 
 New friendships, faulty ground
 
 to cultivate
 
 and build a future upon.
 
 Old boyfriends, a very short list,
 
 abbreviated