...it seemed the scent of lemons
was rising off the river but it was just the
Sunlight dish soap on our hands from
dousing the fountain on the police station
lawn a couple hours before smoking her
stepdad’s weed twisted tight inside our
report cards cause we didn’t have money
for Zippos or a half sack of Kokanee or
even cigarettes which is kind of funny in
retrospect cause the stiff blue paper burned
and we inhaled and exhaled and hard as
we tried we weren’t really high or as bad-
ass as we wanted to be and we always made
honour roll anyway what a pathetic
attempt at an act of rebellion this turned
out to be Kay said the way she was always
saying things in a transcendental adult way