Care Packages & Picnic

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.

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