Page 92 of Crank (Crank 1)

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heard the cry

of a fallen

broken

bird.

But Right Then

all I could think of, in

that speeded, heated moment,

was my own pain, stabbing

through the pleasure.

I asked Adam to hold me,

kiss me longer, harder.

Oh, God. I love you.

Begged him to help me

remember the taste of love.

How will I live without you?

Pleaded with him not to live

without me. Write. Call.

I will. I promise.

And I promised I would

come back to him.

I want to give you something.

I can’t believe I let him,

me, la gallina extrema.

So you’ll never forget me.

(The extreme chicken.)

Closed my eyes.

I’ll always be a part of you.

Gritted my teeth, locked

into the love of the needle.

Right there, on your thigh.

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