8:01am
nov. 5th"you have a sick habit"
the cashier said to me as i
placed five cigarette packs
on the counter before hershe knows i'm here everytime
those packs run out
i looked up at her through the strands
of hair that fell gently over my eyes
"a bad habit"
i then said backshe tilted her head to the side
and asked —
"what's the difference?"
i clicked my tongue and pushed
the strands of hair behind my ears"do you really think i can smoke up five entire
packs of smokes that quickly?"
the cashier then gave a confused look"now a sick habit would be smoking up all of these and coming back at the end of the week, every week just to get more and repeat—"
she nodded and handed me the packs and a receipt
" — the bad part would be that the only reason i'm buying so much is to see you."
i walked out and she was left with silence
and the sound of a bell as i left