i'm a
junky, itchin, sweatin,
rocking nervously in my seat. chills. nail biting. scared.
desperate to get rid of
reality.
desperate.
dump the bag out
it's dry
clumps crumble
desperate
smells
okay
eh.
take the pipe out of the altoid tin
screw the mouthpiece on
desperate
pack
pack
fondle the tarot for answers
three of cups, non-committal
the choice is in my own hands, and last night i was the
high priestess. as i'm putting the deck away,
the bottom card, death, flashes a smile at me.
pause
rock
rock
fuck it
light
pull
pull
pull
Please don't smoke the mystery bag," he said.
Exhale.