Lori came home with wrapping papers
instead of rolling papers.

Her next joint was draped with tinsel
and tied with a to-and-from tag.

In Lori’s handwriting To was filled in Hollow Dreams
and From was Santa.

She thought her weed was a means
to become Alice’s Cheshire Cat.

At least temporarily. At least
as long as she disappeared in the haze

and her smile remained suspended mid-air
as cars passed the glider on her front porch.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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