I rolled my mom some joints
from the onion skin of a fat
volume of Shakespeare.
"This is gonna make you smart,"
I said as I licked the dry paper
and admired my handiwork.
"Hell, you may even start quoting
Romeo and Juliet."
She smiled. It was the least
I could do for her.
And, living with an addict,
it was the least I could do for myself.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
I rolled my mom some joints
from the onion skin of a fat
volume of Shakespeare.
"This is gonna make you smart,"
I said as I licked the dry paper
and admired my handiwork.
"Hell, you may even start quoting
Romeo and Juliet."
She smiled. It was the least
I could do for her.
And, living with an addict,
it was the least I could do for myself.