He rolled his weed with tobacco and mint
on an old tea tea tray. He said it helped him
sleep through the night without getting scared.

I mean, old school scared–like when
you were a kid and you saw a figure shadowed
in your sameold bedroom, sudden fearful 
in the late-night dark. 

He used to say a lot of things,
used to whine like a kid
when I asked him to 
take out the trash
or go to therapy. 

He used to hang around
and play games, videos
of people pulling honey from beehives,
of middle-class guys
with riding lawn mowers,
The Outer Limits reruns, Star Wars,
roll weed on his tea tray–tobacco and mint.