all my favorite things are green:
stinky squishy bud
the tea variant
your eyes, and
your walls (both of which become altogether new colors
in the dark
and i only know because i've been around
to experience both
with entirely dishonorable outcomes)
we take hits in your bedroom
lighting nag champa incense, husky smoke infiltrating
the leopard print comforter and my old lace lingerie
and the loose strands of your hair
peeking out from under your hood like sun between blinds
and the world was okay, i think,
with you leaning against me, both of us a little stoned,
and love, almost forgivable in that moment,
lacing around us
in thick curls of smoke
Author notes
i'm an addict for dramatics
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buddddddds rock! Gotta love green!
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