Tall is High

I don’t need a blunt

To tell you how it is

Love, I can see

The quality of trees

Through that air you breathe,

The hazy place we live

Where weed is “not a drug”

But relieves enough of

The anxiety

That daddy left you

When he decided


Oughtta have kept



You’re not addicted,


But Mary hugs you


Than I can, than

anyone could

Than a man like your


Never would.


The trees look more

Beautifully today.

No babe,

I don’t mean yours.

-Ariel Zarrin

17 years old


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