Terri met me at our usual place
With fifty dollars and a basket
Told me to get an eighth of plant based fire
So we can smoke bowls on nice trail
Giggling while being temporarily dumb
Couple of hours separated from rules and pain
Birds watching loudly talking about us.
Do we have to go back to being plain?
Go home to people who don’t get us.
Wondering when we can be ourselves.
I park my car we take hers
Far from downtown’s traffic
Windows closed air conditioner low
Hotbox playlist for our hour trip
Jokes sliding cascading from our lips
Terri I’m glad you don’t judge
You just want me to smile
Aware it’s been a while since I’ve felt worth anything
Testing back roads when we can.