Once somebody told me I tripped,
but I don't  really remember it.
She handed me purple dye
on a little square sheet of paper,
told me to melt it on my tongue.
I didn't taste  ir feel anything
out of the ordinary.

The next thing I could recall
was that it was sixteen hours later.

She said we played rough,
crawled long,
& balled hard
during the entire time.

It's freakin' strange
how my mind
blocked out all those fun things.
I wished I had done them
without the acid.