Page 77 of Crank (Crank 1)

Adam let go of my hand

and I stopped in mute agreement.

This was his show.

I found the waiting room.

A dozen needs attacked me there.

I needed

food,

fluid,

soap,

shampoo.

I needed

Adam,

his heart,

his promises

his tomorrows.

I needed

to go home

’cause somewhere

deep down

I needed

my mommy.

And all that made me really

really need

r /> a line.

Evening, When We Left

The breeze,

too hot

to cool

the blooming

flower of summer

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