smoking has always been
private
or shared in the silence with
friends who are in their head as much as me
fond memories of back porch nights
music playing softly but loud enough to drown out our own thoughts
it's too damn easy to make depression poetic
smoking has always been
private
sneaking out late at night
to have that one or two
cigarettes i've been thinking about all day
going out
the days when both of my parents were
at work
(it was a rarity)
but since they've
realized
i'll still get them
despite their wishes
and decided to provide them
given i reimburse them
for their contribution to the delinquency of a minor
when i go out for my dose of nicotine
my mother will join me
and talk
no longer is it
in privacy
my habit is in the open
telling family members
or lost old friends who also share this addiction
i crave nights when i'm restless
so i can go out on my porch and pretend it's like old times
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
