The Incorrigible Louise

I knew an elderly woman from church

nicknamed “Be Nice Louise”

Because her husband could always be heard

leaning over and saying that to her

during social gatherings

that is the just the kind of woman

I want to grow to be.


Can you smoke me up before class again?

Hiding behind my computer screen

and all the haze, suddenly

I remember that I can just tell people

I have social anxiety

and use my meds and theirs

to make the smokescreen bearable

between me and them


“Come over before class”  I ask

“Please? I do better one on one

and under the influence of drugs”

“Yeah, yeah,” she says

“That class sounds awful.

I can smoke you up”