kaleidoscopial

1.) on the first day of autumn, he rolled a joint at my kitchen table and told me he loved me; said my face was his drug as he puffed and i grew hazier, unable to tell if he was getting more handsome through the smoke or if i was blinded by it and only hearing his words. when i think back now, i hear his flattery in your voice; i see your throat rippling as he tells me that if he could grind me up in $16 paper, he’d drop the filter and let me take him all the way down, down. 2.) a week into the rain, he smiled like he was meeting an old childhood friend. i had known him a week. he did not read our books or watch our movies, but he wa