Blunt Ride

She calls me
and says that
she wants to
go for a ride.

I say, “ok.”

She says that
she wants to
get high, and
she asks if we
can smoke tonight.

I say that we can.

And then I pick her up
and we go for a drive.

She takes one hit
of the blunt
and says that
she’s gonna die.

I tell her that
she will be fine.

But then she passes out.

I nudge her but
she doesn’t wake up.

“Fuck,” I say,
and I turn back
for my place.

She comes to as
I try to pick her up
from the passenger seat.

“What’s going on?” She asks.

“You passed out, babe.”

“From what?”

“You took a hit of the blunt.”

“Just one?”

I pick her up and say, “yup.”

“Oh,” she says.
She rubs her eyes.
“Where are we now?”

“My place,” I say.

“Ok.”

Then I carry her inside
and we go to bed.


DEAD RED FISH

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