I needed
 
 a solid dose of courage.
 
 I needed the strength only
 
 the monster could give me.
 
 I regretted
 
 my weakness as I inhaled.
 
 I regretted making the decision
 
 to snuff out my baby’s life.
 
 I Needed Two Things
 
 The ride home was easy.
 
 Robyn offered to drive,
 
 as long as it didn’t interfere
 
 with her cheerleading.
 
 The $500, however, presented a challenge.
 
 My bank account was low desert dry.
 
 The Visa was maxed high.
 
 Chase refused to help.
 
 He was “floored” by my decision.
 
 Another option came to mind, one
 
 that owed me a lot more than money.
 
 First Brendan denied paternity.
 
 I reminded him about DNA.
 
 Next he claimed poverty.
 
 I threatened full disclosure.
 
 To his hoity parents. To his toity girlfriend.
 
 To his probation officer.
 
 (A DUI, post—Air Races.)
 
 Okay, he’d cough up the money.
 
 Distasteful as it was to see
 
 him again, it provided