“such strange
things cross
my mind
while I’m high,”
the snake said
as she passed the joint
for my turn
intrigued,
I inquired further
as to what might
have entered
her reptilian mind
as she draped
herself
in the chair
beside mine
“frogs,” she said
I waited while
smoke and silence
filled the room
but she offered
no elaboration
I could wait
in silence
no longer
“what about frogs
felt so strange?”
“their lack of manners,”
was all she added
if I had been more alert,
I might have asked
how she managed
to pass me the joint
without the benefit
of having hands,
but I was too busy
wondering if I had
ever encountered
overly rude frogs,
details like hands
slipped my mind
at the time
Spring 2018
inspired by a dream I woke from
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