New Law (a Forepoem)

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I’m glad this shit is legalized, because
I’m old and it’s too pungent now to hide.
I formed a habit of not flaunting laws
I break, when I was young and terrified.
I outgrew paranoia with bad dreams
and though my private smoking’s ostrich-like
(my gaze averted while the skunk-scent screams
around my door, as if blase I’ll psych
out any pilgrim who should come my way),
I seldom feel so obvious I pause.
But I’ll confess I sometimes move. To stay
and have my neighbors know still feels too raw.
So I’ll continue smoking, but you know
I’ll be aware of who can sense me so.

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