"Is anyone going to come outside with me while I smoke?" He asks standing by The door one hand on the red pack of marbolos the other resting on the gold door handle itching to go outside
I follow him and he smiles smugly
"It's a nasty habit" he laughs
"Don't ever do it"
"I won't" I say, "I don't like the smell of cigarettes"
He frowns and then lights the cancer stick between his chapped lips
He breaths in greedily like the smoke is more vital then air
He squint his eyes at me and I squint back
"Wht are you so quiet now" he asks accusingly
"Nothing new to say", I aplogize
"You moved 15,000 miles away
from me and there's nothing new to say?"
Mock and hurt roll of his tongue
I don't answer, I watch the
Smoke float on his breath
I tell him I miss him
He puts his cigarette out on the bottom
Of his shoe
Little burnt circles in a line
Down the left side of the rubber
"Cigarettes cost $12 at the airport", he runs his hand through his hair
"That's an expensive way to die" I say,
But don't look at him, he laughs
"Hey", he kicks my chair
I ignore him he kicks my chair again
"Let's go to Walgreens" He says
I look at him and raise my eyebrows
"Why?"
"I need cigarettes and sleeping pills"
I roll my eyes but follow him
We walk on the sidewalk, it's not big
Enough for two people,
I try to walk on the grass but
He says it's bad luck
