"You were baked from a fat, freshly rolled joint" - Sam Lane

 

"You were baked from a fat, freshly rolled joint" - Sam Lane

You were baked from a fat, freshly rolled joint
of good shit called grapefruit before punch-in
at the cookie shop you moonlighted during
college. You feed yawning trays annoint'd
with olive oil cookies before dropping
a naked, store bought moonpie into a paper
bag and wait for me to order my favorite
snack--handmade, banana, sweetened with flirting.
The night before we were married you learned
how to bake the one thing you always faked
my favorite, homemade, banana mooncake.


"You were baked from a fat, freshly rolled joint" is part of a larger poetic series by Sam Lane, The Super Moon, which uses the final line of one stanza as the first line of the next.

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