but there you were,
our teacher.
You wanted me to bring
you something to smoke.
The next day I brought it,
with rolling papers,
in my Kali lunchbox.
You must have wanted it bad
ly,
you picked up the box
and started
to help yourself.
I took the box back,
saying I would give
you everything
that you wanted.
I proceeded to roll
a fat one, thinking
that was a strange school,
the teacher there all
day with adult
students.
And were you going
to smoke that shit
in front of them?
But after the dog
woke me up,
I realized
that you didn't need
tobacco or weed,
but the breath
of life.
Knowing you,
you'll get it.
Donald Jacobson Traxler
Oct. 1 2018
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