so they offered us marijane
and we followed in blind
and sucked the stick twice
puffed the holes with the tip
between our fingers
then climbed across black pipes
that lined the grainy South Beach
stained our thighs with good ground
wet our shirts with salty rounds
got lost in freedom
let him carry me, throw me,
almost kiss me
then i thought of D,
The End.
MISSING
HAWAI’I
LAND
OF
PRETTY
