POEM 042/100

After your grandmother’s funeral

your uncle and I boiled them in a pot

a whole bag of morning glory seeds

and I drank that soil-black tea

we’d speculated would be hallucinogenic

 

I’m somewhat amazed I didn’t die

 

 

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One Response to POEM 042/100

  1. I also did not get high. Though I was probably too drunk to tell. And too hungover the next day to tell if I’d poisoned myself.

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