Relief

Give me them polls

Soothe my folds

Makes me feel betta

Just for a little chedda

Two boys walk by

To the corner store

I feel like it’s too hot already

Summer

Air Conditioning

Car

Calm and steady

Just waiting on my man

Have to go through my friend

Tomorrow my normal dealer

Friend today

There is some guys going on with some construction

My normal waiting spot is taken

My spot

My spot is by a dumpster

I love dumpsters

People throw away all sorts of stuff!

Another man’s trash is another man’s treasure!

They say

I’ve dived into some dumpsters in my day

Once, as a kid, young, buddies of mine from across the street, twins, Jeremy and Jermaine, love them, miss them, found a porn stash in a dumpster near home, my first real look at a naked black woman, wow!

Dad threw a dead dog in a dumpster once.

Mom, in a fit of rage, collected all my air duster cans and went down the street and threw them in a random dumpster. You damn right I woke up from a black out, berated her into telling me where they were, and that story ended with me finding the cans, taking a hit in the dumpster, and waking up from passing out in said dumpster.

It is fitting I wait for weed by a dumpster

Especially them playing major roles in my life

It feels safe

I slept in one when I was schizophrenic for the first time in Edmond.

I’ll wait

The boys are back from the store

Bag full of goodies

They are smiling, talking

They walk pass and I continue to wait

Wait for my relief.