Rolling
By kaiyan
I fiddle the bud through my hands. The seeds falling in the sand. The remaining bud, you start to break. Slowly watching the joint create. Feeling the resin stick to the plate. Picking the rest of the seeds out of place. Packing the herbs in to the paper. Rolling it up, twisting the sides to taper. Smallest side in my mouth. Lighting it up in my house. Inhaling the smoke, not giving a fuck. Too much resin, shit got stuck. Snip the ends, re light the joint. Wondering if I will get to that high point. More than just a petty body buzz. I wish my brain and body would just go numb. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 02:01 AM PST, Jennifer Sisson-Collier 0 • 10
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"I fiddle the bud through my hands...."