the first time the two of us met,
I remember vividly
we were young
I, 16 and you, 14
it was the beginning of August
and the county fair was in full swing
I know now,
that you hated fairs, carnivals, circuses, etc.
something about corndogs, drunk people, and rides that were built hastily the week before
irked you
it took a few of your rants later on,
but I understood the hatred behind them
YOU ARE READING
Up In Smoke
Poetry" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*