these days

i can get high three times from one bowl.
pot is lasting a long time.
the tarot won't give me a straight answer.
i bet the answer is contingent on something
but i don't know what it is.
don't lie, chelsea. yes you do.
i took the night to be by myself in between houseguests.
i was supposed to be asleep two hours ago but i stayed up
because this is the first night all month i haven't
been scared to be alone in the dark.
as a result, i'm thinking about things
like the difference between music videos from the nineties and music videos from the
twenty-first century.
like how tribute bands have only been established based on bands of a certain era.
the bee gees. abba.
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i was walking down government street on my way to yoga
this afternoon and there was this music playing.
and i thought i was just having an auditory hallucination,
but then i looked down the street and there was this jeep
parked in front of the strip club
and it was moving. the jeep was moving.
like, wiggling. not rolling.
i got closer and the music got louder
so i looked at the people in the jeep and
it's these two thugs who were blasting
stayin' alive by the bee gees
with all their windows down and they were dancing in their seats SO HARD.
and then, in yoga, i watched the sun set!
the sky cleared up for like, two hours and turned the whole studio gold.

the first line of my cbc poetry face off poem is
believe in omens.