Sisters of Some Substance
Scott Heigel
I do sometimes wonder
Where they are now,
Those pot-smoking girls
Who educated me,
Not in the ways of womanhood
But of the altered state,
The crafting of the high,
My sisters of some substance
Or another
Who passed for girlfriends,
Parking lot on-the-fly alibis,
Co-conspirators of everything.
Where have they gotten to now
Is their proverbial shit together
Or are they still out there,
Floating in the ether
Like me,
Writing my high hopes of
Meeting them again,
Our paths and arms crossing,
Our spirits alight.
