Smoke Break

I never told anyone but I’ll tell you. About the fire Folding up my tongue,   The last counted hour With my stomach shrinking Toward my graveyard spine. My body wanted to be pins   And needles, Balancing voided meals with Cigarettes. Burn marshmallow Fat like burning up   S’mores, Campfire chocolate, Childhood knobbles In my rounded knees.   My…

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