Truth by Eric Nelson
She meets me at the door and sniffs my clothes,
gets face to face and peers into my eyes,
dogs me to the kitchen demanding to know
where I've been, who with, if I've been trying
marijuana, don't lie to her, she's been
to the parents' meeting at the high-school
and knows the smell, what to look for, she's seen
a film that shows what smoking pot can lead to.
I pull out kaiser rolls and deli meats,
the mayo, lettuce, onion, and tomato
and build a sandwich the size of a hat
while she keeps pressing me and smelling me
until I say yes, I've been smoking dope.
She hugs me hard, says Oh, don't tell me that.
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