I’m sitting on my doorstep
staring out
into the city streets.
I spark my lighter
and bring the flame to a joint
in-between broken fingers.
I take a long pull
and breathe puffs of sour ganja
out into the city streets.
A man walked by
and smiled at me.
“Afternoon.”
I heave in another cloud
and breathe white
until my lungs feel like raisins.
I watched the clouds
Pass through two men
fight over a parking spot.
Why do I even try?
I hear a wine glass
shatter on our kitchen floor.
“Ashley!”
I bow my head
and a tear escapes my eye.
“I’m coming.”
I wipe red from my nose
and lock myself
back inside the house.
The joint
still ablaze
on the steps.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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