The first time i tried smoking out of a bowl
you coached me to keep pulling so all the smoke would come out
after much longer than it seemed
you realized your thumb was still covering the air hole
‘oh shit!’ you laughed, ripping your thumb away
the smoke came rushing into my lungs all at once
and I coughed myself into a headache.
I slept in your Metallica shirt
and danced with you to Lil’ Wayne
we drank green apple Bacardi
and made pumpkin shaped sugar cookies
Sometimes I wish i could call you.