THC

Whether behind me or
aside me to
bind to me or
arise to my
eyes to remind me of the past
with me,
or the path with me that neither of we,
of us
took,
I notice your
lack of head on approach.
How you sneak now to my
periphery when my
head on is hazy or
a little dilated you
suddenly appear because
maybe now is the best time for you
to tell me,
when my guard is down and my
dosage is up, now that I’m
docile enough for you to gain the audacity
to show your face again.
In my window,
the window that I cleaned and re-framed
and resealed and
re-locked and
gave new curtains and I drew them for a moment
to look out again and there
you are.
On your 12 foot ladder
face pressed.

Well to you at my back
or you
up above
or you
at my left but never
at my right
fuck you.
And you.
And you.
Here I am at
peace in one
piece for one night
and feeling the feelings
that you, or you
never gave me but you
certainly did I
condemn you to a life and
afterwards of the same curse
you left with me. Feeling
each of someone else’s wrongs
in your own throat.