remember when

her memory had been
fogged
by innumerous bong hits over
the decades.
not a dead head,
following jerry and the boys
around the world,
but someone who liked to sleep
and eat
and make love in the cloud
of a happy drug.
it made her laugh and sway
to the music,
but sometimes she went to the window
to see if
the sirens she heard wailing
were for her,
stuffing her stash
under a sofa pillow.
sometimes she heard things that
weren't said.
she locked the doors
and checked them again.
it was difficult to join
in when someone said
remember when. the remember
when part of her brain was gone.
long gone, erased gently
away with smoke,
but she was happy, a creased
smile crossed her face
as she rolled another joint
sealing it with a long
expert lick.