noose rhetoric

“I wouldn’t say no to a joint”
the words fell seamlessly out of my mouth
bathed in the light of the fire
hanging pregnant in the night air.

My mind looked inwards seeking honesty
and a wicked excuse just in case
it found an answer it didn’t like.

“Did I have a problem?”
I can’t say with full surety that I did
the memories blurring with the time
it’s been since I’d inhaled MJ into my lungs.

I remember the obsession of whiskey and wine
the drunken “I love you” messages
left on my ex’s answering machine.

“I wouldn’t say no to a joint”
those words held a rhetorical noose
that I slipped over my neck as I grasped green gold
in my hand, raised it easily to my lips, and inhaled.

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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