He takes her head in his hands to kiss her
a wet-tongue kiss
and his fingers and mustache, even his saliva
smell of marijuana.
Then he arches and groans.
He hasn’t noticed her lack of response.
She knows she’s alone
He’s gone inside himself again,
Not sharing love.
Not sharing anything.
They ask her why she doesn’t smoke anymore
and she tells them it’s school
no dope during school.
But that’s not it.
She just got tired of evenings spent
with friends and a bhong
Each of them alone though they were all together.
So she doesn’t smoke anymore.
When they finally get dressed she goes to her room,
sits at her desk,
While he watches the six o’clock news and gets stoned.Explore posts in the same categories: AA, Men and Women, Small Town Life, Substance Abuse comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.