I rolled up
A piece or paper.
Just wondering
What it's like
To smoke.
Of course
The cigarettes are
On the mantle,
But my parents
Would notice.
I set the end of
The paper on fire,
Breathed in.
It was sweet.
Sweet but smoky
Like smoked steak
With BBQ sauce.
I put it down,
My motherly side coming out.
Why the hell would I do that?
I don't know.
Got bored.
The embers
In the fireplace
Won't catch.
Lighter? Sparked once.
Out of fluid.
Matches?
Couldn't even get a spark.
Air?
Not working.
Fires
Are so hard
To make.
