The thrill lasts
an hour and a half.
You weave through
your apartment
like a mouse
in a maze.
If the phone rings,
you won’t answer it.
No way.
What if it’s your mom?
The TV is an oracle,
one hundred voices
of wisdom,
opinion and
information,
things you need to know,
from baseball to war,
from hurricanes
to cartoon fistfights.
You cross the street
to the store.
You feel brave.
You have a mission.
You’re way too high
to be in public but
the store is a safe place.
You select Cool Ranch Doritos
and a fruit punch Gatorade.
The guy behind the counter asks,
How’s it going?
You say:
I’m so high.
He smiles and says:
Me too.
Copyright Tim D.
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