Sorry for What I Said While I Was on Salvia

I took a big hit from the bong,

coughed hard

through a cloud of smoke,

and sat back on the couch.

I looked around and noticed

that the living room

was expanding and shrinking.

Then I started to get paranoid

and thought that the TV

was ordering me to do things.

At some point during the trip,

I must’ve said something

my girlfriend didn’t like

because she ended up

getting upset with me.

But what can I say?

It wasn’t me talking,

it was the drugs. 

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Drunk on Peach Wine at the Christmas Party

And I’m having

a pretty good time.

I laugh and smile

after opening the microwave

my mother-in-law got us.

But something else

is on my mind.

There’s always something else

on my mind.

So I take another sip

from my glass

and try to forget about it.

Gabriel Bates is a poet living in Pittsburg, Kansas. His work has appeared in many different publications. Visit his website at tinylogger.com/gabrieljbates.