Page 97 of Crank (Crank 1)

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Home Sweet Home

Despite All Trepidation

Despite the monster,

fluttering in and out of my head

like some demented moth, drawn

to whatever light might be left there,

despite Bree,

demanding I find a way to get high,

as if I had a clue where to get crank

back here in Kristina Land,

despite Leigh,

helping me lug one suitcase,

her hand annoyingly pinching mine

with every tug, every pull,

despite Jake,

dropping the other suitcase

down an entire flight of stairs,

spilling shampoo, lotion, and tampons,

despite Scott,

smelling depressingly clean,

while my own speed-induced

body odor reeked ever stronger,

despite my mom,

insisting I looked fabulous, having

dropped four or five pounds, all the

while wondering if anorexia had arisen….

REGARDLESS

I Slithered Down the Hall

into the haven

of the bathroom,

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