I picked up from my weed guy
we sat in the car
elaborating high thoughts
about world peace and the existence of god and what
zodiac vibes I get from him
Maybe I am always approaching
in such generosity
That the eye contact and listening
which feeds the soul is to be fed
At one point he said
the truth always comes out
advice he gives his customers
that they can lie to him
but they can’t lie to themselves
I found it profound
As if the burning feelings
on the back of my head like a midday sun
warmed my body and made me feel silly
I suppose it will become much louder
if I don’t listen now
to the static radio
He asked if I had a boyfriend
I said no
busy with art
you my dear
are the art
Kail Anderson 