For the Next Few Hours
Heather and I pretend
cordiality, amidst watching
Mom cook; Jake show off
his soccer trophies; and
watching Leigh play with Hunter, who
is happy to have company.
Which most definitely
stimulates not a small
amount of guilt in me.
Since my Stockton trip,
I must admit, I’ve spent
minimal time with him.
When my buzz starts
to wear off, I find an
excuse to sneak off
to my car, grab a toke,
maintain the very sharp
edge I’d honed earlier.
When I return, sucking
a mint, Heather smiles
the kind of smile that
says she might be just
the tiniest bit envious.
File that away for later use.
I actually almost think
about offering her a whiff.
But what if I’m wrong?
What if all she wants
is to double dunk me