to seeing me through until
 
 morning when I cuold
 
 give Chase a call
 
 Conservation, in fact,
 
 might be the solution.
 
 The solution to staying high
 
 and still maintaining my way
 
 through class work, homework,
 
 and family dinners.
 
 I knew I couldn’t
 
 manage it straight.
 
 Couldn’t manage not to sink
 
 into a swamp of self-pity,
 
 quicksand
 
 for a fractured psyche.
 
 Kristina crumbled.
 
 I called for Bree.
 
 Brain Waves
 
 ping-ponging inside
 
 my skull, no hope
 
 of sleep or easy
 
 egress
 
 to a plane where memory
 
 could not intrude, I bent my
 
 head, submitting to
 
 shame.
 
 Why had I gone? What
 
 had I done? Who would
 
 want me now? How could I
 
 deny