the wind is blowing, barely
and I miss smoking a cigarette
I can go outside
take a deep breath
smell the trees, the flowers
the dawn of spring
clogging my nose with allergies
and my puffy watery eyes
I sure make a lousy tree hugger
I'd rather stay inside
see her walk around the house
in boyshorts and a shirt
while I light another one up
carefully thinking, planning
lips, teeth and telemetry
inadvertently pounce on her
the next time she walks by.
I still get to do all those things
but dammit
sometimes I really want a fucking cigarette
(I quit a year and a half ago and I still can't see why)
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