Salvia

SALVIA He prepared the bong We were ready to go We had read something about falling off the Earth backwards So we had tied rope blocking the metal stairs which led to my bedroom “Remember,” he said. “Do one big hit.” “OK,” I replied. He went first and the water bubbled noisily Just then his wife drove in the driveway “Oh shit,” I said. He turned to see her “Don’t worry,” he managed to say, with very little breath. “Just hurry up!” So I did my big hit But as I was doing it, I could see her walking towards us He started bursting into noisy laughter He put his head down into his hands And just kept laughing hysterically “Little men!” he shouted “Dude, she’s coming!” I managed to say But then the burned plant was in my bloodstream And I became the couch that we were sitting on He became the wall His head would sometimes pop out And then it would disappear back into the wall She came in and sat on me The light from the heater was stabbing at my legs and it was annoying As was her voice She was asking me something I tried to answer her but to speak I had to work the two lips of the couch open wider And it was not easy Eventually, I just gave up and let the couch snap back into its usual position She was laughing at me and my inability to speak Then it started to wear off And thousands of little men put the fake world back together again Then I was back on the couch Feeling clear, and talking to his wife about her day