When Aron hands me back the joint
and asks if this is what I thought
it would all be like––it all being,
I thought, the spacious interior
of his father's SUV, my body
cradled in a palm of plush leather,
a gently closed fist of metal,
skyline receding behind us, all
aglow and shrinking behind
the hills as teeth behind lips––
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