the last hit

i was in the cramped and grimy
laundry room in my house
cleaning the lint trap and smoking weed
i didn’t want the neighbor lady to see me
so i crouched on the floor to take a hit
when i stood up everything turned silver-blue
and the next thing i knew
i was on my back
confused
as to how i got there
and then
my arms were waving uncontrollably
in front of me like the twitching feelers of some dying insect
and a weird mewling sound was coming from my throat.
i thought: this is it. i am having a stroke. i am dying.
and i realized how absurd and squalid it would be
to be discovered cold and stiff on the floor of
the cramped and dirty laundry room
with one hand full of dryer lint
and the other clutching a weed pipe
and i thought: perfect
this is exactly how
you deserve
to be found