When My Friends Get High

When my friends get high,

I am either look-out,
Babysitter,
Uncomfortable,
Or a prude.

If it's a really good high,
I'm all four.

Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.

I watch the clouds
Wrap around their mouths,
And strangle the thunderstorms
Of their throats.

Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.

The trees stand guard
While I watch
With sober eyes.

The trees are the only things
Willing to talk to me at the moment.

Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.

I wreak of summer.
I smell like I don't want to be here.
an aroma of,
"Just try it."

Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.

I never do.

Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.

I don't have a ride home,
And if I leave,
Who will stand amongst the trees
And guard the circle
Of children turned balloon,
Turned kite strings,
Turned laughing zombies?

Puff.

I can feel my blood boil
Beneath the lighter's gaze.

Cough.

I thought we were getting pizza.

Pass.

"You wanna hang out next weekend?"

Repeat.

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