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it started out with him asking
if "you do cannabis," and she
said she'd never make love to
a cannibal. awkward silence first,
laughs next with exchanged
numbers as ease settled down
comfortably in the middle of the
two. they met up on

april 20th and had fun doing nothing
special really, feeling good and high
the whole while. she said she would
have never considered smoking before
and he said she needs to free her mind,
shackles of tyranny throw down,
rise up, resist and multiply.

she never had to learn the word
defy before, but he spoke to her of
her defying the norm, being fly
on her own, tooting her own horn
just for her pleasure, beating
that drum and marching to it.

she called him her flatter boy, flattering
her up and down and around so much,
it was something unknown and alien.
he believed in ufos and posted supposed
photos of crafts hovering outside his
backyard and she loved his dark,
eccentric side, so mysterious.

suspicion was the last thing she courted
while with him, gave up on suppositions
that he could do wrong, "the system is
what's wrong!" she'd reason and
gave him her body every
night and sometimes during day light beams.

"work is superfluous and overrated,"
he once stated, but money was always around.
she never wondered where it came from
and thought it best to not begin to think
scenarios; she quit her job and worked on
increasing her love for him.

he took photos of her and dressed them
up in photoshop brilliance and posted
them on art sites and the fans adored
them all; she was a hit, he was her lover
and the world was their plaything.

cannabis was so weak lately, she needed
more, harder stuff, better stuff, faster
stuff, stronger stuff, the white stuff
or something equivalent. he met her
with some people, they met her with some
tiny bags, she met her nose, mouth with
foreign substances and it was all good,
alright again.

things stayed spacey and wonky and crazy and
sexycool, sexyhot, sexysex,
sexy photos everywhere, she was sexyfun
and he stopped being fun, nothing
fun about him, "the bum!" she drunken
yelled one night and found a train
ticket out of there to the city of

fun and sin and luxury and genuine
forgery, bright lights and building
heights and dealers and agents - so
many interviews but no call backs,
no interest furthered though she
hoped to further her chances with
special interviews, doors closed,
shade drawn. she found rent money

to be a no show and drugs cost much
more dough than she never had.
the pimps seemed to be cool guys who
liked her flavor; "the best in town,"
is how they marketed her,
cool guys, they were so nice to her.
and her head was always spinning, spinning;
she was doing everything to everybody
if the price was right, wasted and lost
and she forgot, forgot
what it was she came out to the city
for from the beginning of it all.
shrugged her shoulders, looked hard at

her last bit of spliff before puffing
long and hard. "what was, was the point
of it all again?" she watched the smoke
flitter, hold and expand in the air.
she just couldn't remember, but
the smoke looked so pretty.