The corner store
has one dimension more
than ours:
a portal to
anyone temporarily.
A high school boy asks:
"Hey Miss, do you smoke Marijuana?"
I reply
"No, but thank you..."
As I approach my stoop
he's looking still.
I raise my fingers to my lips
and take a huge pretend hit.
He motions,
"Call me".
7.03.2008
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