I dance in the clouds

With waving rhythmic hands

And speak the stories I have longed

To utter in all my dreams to ears

Who are finally eager to hear

Of honest anguish, grief and passion

Subtle hopes and longing compassion

On a Tuesday, I sit

And this is my prayer.

* * *

I smoked hookah for the first time today. I coughed like a maniac, drank an entire bottle of water and felt nauseous. But now, I am a devirginized hookah smoker. Woot. My friend told me everyone feels queasy at first.


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