Susie at the grocery store.
we used to date
back in the 70's.
she drove a silver
trans-am,
loved her marijuana
and wine.
but went to church
every Sunday.
we hug.
she smells of cannabis
freshly smoked.
the kids are grown.
she's single
again.
i ask her about so and so.
or if she remembered
the time
we did this
or that.
she looks baffled,
no, she says. shaking
her head.
i don't remember any of
that.
how's your mom?
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