A girl passes me
She says "Glass Piece?"

And I go
"What?" 'cause I was hearing:

Glass Peace
And thought,

"Well yes,
Peace is a lot like glass;
transparent,
fragile,
pretty in the light,
hard to put back together when broken"

But I said
"What?"

And she said
"Glass Piece"

again

(Passing me)
And I figured it out

She was selling pipes,
to smoke pot out of.

justin simoni