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You Guys, I Took Up Smoking Again

This time with Natives, not my old bougie choice

Of American Spirits. I took up nail polish

In Millennial Pink. I started mixing Sangria

With Coca-Cola.


I went to work and dipped in and out of lives,

Looked at grandchildren peering out from wallets;

I touched the shoulder of a man who drinks

Elevated IPA’s like he might die tomorrow.


He might die tomorrow.


He waits for the bus and stumbles outside.

I was supposed to help him remember,

But I got hypnotized by 

Chelsea Wolfe, that haunting:

How long have I  been sleeping?

But who listens to lyrics anymore?


I give him a bag of Lay’s. I pat him

On the shoulder. Softly, softly

Driving home from the bar with

Depeche Mode on, I can finally

Hear my own tires taking me

Home. Not anywhere I want to be.

Not up in the mountains, where high

Prairie flowers break your heart

One by one. Too delicate.


Was everything on Earth  built to fail?


A couple shows me a video of a baby

Learning to talk. We laugh. As I turn

To wash the glasses, the detergent

Slides up my arms. It burns. I’ll

Cry later, I think, Yes, that’s when.



Posted 07/04/17
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