come on & kick me
it’s none of my business
about your hash pipe
I wasn’t the one to bring it up
in the first place
back in the day
we’d buy paraphernalia
when shopping for vinyls
mainly at the brady street shop
a block away from central high
[I seem to keep missing all the re-
unions even though I still live here]
next time you’re inside
two hundred miles
shoot me a telepathic note
& I’ll respond pronto
with yet another clue
may two thousand twenty-two
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