CANNABIS
The ants ate up the cannabis
A leaf or two was spared for you to chew
Chew on it they had said
Relieves depression they had promised
The ants were gregarious it seemed
The tea had spilled a little bit on her kurta
The chewing continuing
Slowly and patient
Seemed like ages but continued
Eyes closed
The brain imagined itself to be free
Climbing up the highest turrets
Scaling the large oceans
Falling from the skies or was it floating?
Eyes open
The promise seems hollow
The stain on the kurta irks her
The ants shuffle past her
Cannabis …
Issue 64 (Nov-Dec 2015)